I love the windswept day outside
As I hold my head up and cry...

Tell me you can read my thoughts
Ten thousand miles away...

I remember nothing of that first meeting
other than you were there...

Their quick cheap laughs deserve no spade
Their shallow graves of lowest grade...

London bridge is falling down
and with her goes my sanity...

I had put him there
I had willed it, and it had unfolded like a napkin...

Alone in her room
She cries herself to sleep...

Sunlight streaks of warmth and marrow
Falls upon her deathly sorrow...

My fears, they can grab me
by the throat like an iron fist...

The gavel with its polished stained wood
fights for justice...

She sits in the window
pale and blissful...

Sunshine has spilt on the deck again
blood red but happy, a wine not tasted but...