There Must Be Something in the Blood We Share
Fermented Over Centuries Or Something in the Air.
Our Moody Scenery, Just Won't Stop Bruising Me.
I've Had Enough of Grey Skies Raising Tears
Another Door Is Closed
I See the Fire Inside
Another Door Closed, Another Door
You Know It's Cold.
The Map of Bitterness I Imagined
Has Just Brought Out the Nurse in Me -
Or Don't You Need Care ?
I Know, There's Lots of Love
But It's All Twisted Up,
I've Had Enough of Thunder Ringing in My Ears