Well I came to this land where the snow and the sand Cover my footprints with ice The cool grey sea calls me come and be free And I almost take that advice And in the night I cling to the names Of the women I wanted and the men that I blamed And their scorn that scorches my tracks One thing I know you can never come back Oh darling please meet me in the dark empty streets Won't you bring me the things that I need No-one is waiting where she used to stand Just the jagged thorns of the weed And in the day they drink their hot wine And I long for the things that can never be mine So your pretty clothes do not unpack As plain as the day you can never come back ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brought to you by Paul Webb --------------------------------------------------------------------------
