I Walked Down The Hill
Sluggishly And Frail
The Wind Blew Hard
Hard On Me
I Imagined It Your Ghost White Body
Making Love With Me I Walked Down The Hill
Found You Crying At The Window Sill
There Lies The Bridge
Of Our Lost Dreams
I Want To See It Once More Before I Leave
I Still Feel The Sting In My Hand
From When I Hit You
I Keep You Picture
Tidy And Safe In A Shrine
And Hope That In Time
We'll Have A House On The Shore
That Showers My Soul
Washes Away The Violence That
Runs In My Blood
Drains The Pain That I Caused You
Down Through