Catching Tales

jamie cullum get your way dinner at eight, that sounds fine, i suppose that means we'll turn up 'round nine. bought a bunch of flowers, just for her, she says the burden's on the receiver. i opened the door and you walked in, (sniff) the scent of wil

her name was written on a photograph, right next to her red, sunburnt face, it all had happened in that long tall grass, about a mile from her old place, and i can't remember how it started and if it lasted that day in the sun. we said that we were g

There's maybe a way I can tell you 'Cause with everyday things continue So who will fantasize A new generation politicized When things are done in our own name Are we as much to blame But only lately And the ground is removed underneath Shout it from