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City Skies

The Torn Days of Winter

Swallows

Gone Away

'Till I Get Home

Better Days

The Winter of '85

White Horses

Lost Sight of the Way

 

 
The Torn Days of Winter

 

words: John Lambert / Richard Ashrowan
music: John Lambert / Alan Darn

the torn days of winter
visit with us now
and the radio
the radio is crying
as its tears reveal the day

and the sky just tells me lies
to which i must somehow find a reply

you're just a shout
on the horizon
an echo in the rain
and i don't even
i don't even remember
quite what it was
we thought to gain

and the storm has come a howling
in from the east
blow away the leaves
the decisions of these pauper weeks

and we stood and talked like strangers
up there on the hill
in lines of lost confusion
just ripples on the stream

you're just a shout
on the horizon
an echo in the rain
and i don't even
i don't even remember
quite what it was
we thought to gain

the curse of indecision
comes calling
like a thief
a footstep on the threshold
whisper of belief

and the sky just tells me lies
which i must somehow sleep and dream

 
 

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