Mosaic

I belong a hundred miles from anyone, dreaming of my past along the shore. It took a while to realise the burning side of life alone and life to come from now. All my instincts tell me that I need to...

I sit on a Monday train and I think about all of yesterday I hold in my wasted hands old pictures I see the memories of me and you and a pretty life for two And I taste the sweetness of your love Your...