Love can torture you on the rack,
Love can paint you blue...

He was hung like a Medallion,
But for all he glittered...

Sing me a lost song
Of loves and regrets...

The last days of summer, a
First night of passion...

How can she be satisfied
With something so small...

My feet are tired and
My right eye is lazy...

I remember when you bought me
That short red dress...

Across the moonlit snowy field,
I can see your winter breath...

I walk the night through the wraith like mist,
Blackest of hearts, black cunning lips...

My neighbour has a little kid,
For friendship's sake let's call him Syd...

Sheets waltz, summer breeze.
Silhouettes entwine and float...