Here we all are born into a struggle
To come so far but end up returning to dust

Oxfam panache and tips his hat
(laces undone)
He has no truck with idle chat
(work to be done)
The songs he learned from scratched LPs
Stops in mid-flow to sip his tea

He strums the chords with less than grace
(songs we all know)
Each passing year etched on his face
(sun, rain or snow)
The words he sings are not his own
They speak of things he'll never know

Cold windowpane
A car upturned in the rain
Wait on in vain
Don't try to bear the blame
Deal with the pain
Dust down your wings again

You need to clear away all the jetsam in your brain
And face the truth
Well love can make amends
While the darkness always ends
You're still alone
So drive home

A pause without end
A moment in time suspends
How could she leave?
Release all your guilt and grieve
Give up your pain
Hold up your head again

The Holy Drinker and his curse
In constant serfage to unquenchable thirst

And from his stupor the night gives birth
The devil rises from right out of the earth

With shaking hands and blackened heart
The glass he pours, this time it's also the last

In rapt communion with himself
The Holy Drinker is going straight in to hell

The coffin was made from a tree
Please hammer a nail in for me

The bottle slipped right through
Plague pits
Now underground
Take me down
Down
Put me in chains

Carried away by the river that passes through bulrushes on to the sea
Dragged by the current to rest on the stakes of the breakwater shaded by trees
Beginnings and endings, love intersecting a rift that will break us apart

Love learned
In turn
Dreams burned

I am tired of struggling
And the rain is beating down on me
I tried to be the way that he wanted me to be
I did not hear the pin drop down
I did not hear my heart

I have not lived and loved enough
Things are left unsaid, undone
It was not to meant to be like this
Drifting off without a kiss
We built our love, we built our ark
Nothing ends before it starts
I cannot feel my arms and legs
I don't deserve this bitter end

The watchmaker works all day, and long into the night
He pieces things together despite his failing sight

Though all the cogs connect with such poetic grace
Time has left its curse upon this place

Each hour becomes another empty space to fill
Wasted with the care and virtues of his skill

The watchmaker buries something deep within his thoughts
A shadow on the staircase of someone from before

This thing is broken now and cannot be repaired
Fifty years of compromise and aging bodies shared

Eliza dear, you know there's something I should say
I never really loved you but I'll miss you anyway

You were just meant to be temporary while I waited for gold
We filled up the years and I found that
I liked having someone to hold

But for you I had to wait
Until one day it was too late

Cogs and levers mesh
We are bound in death
Melt the silver down
I'm still inside you

Sing for me
Sing for me
You can come with me
You can live with me
Heal my soul
Make me whole

(the raven sings in a dream)

Sister I lost you
When you were still a child
But I need you now
And I need our former life
I'm afraid to wake
I'm afraid to love

Just because I'm weak
You can steal my dreams
You can reach inside my head
And you can put your song there instead
Please come to me
Please stay with me

Sing to me raven
I miss her so much
Sing to me Lily
I miss you so much