The Other Half of Everything

There's A Phantom Hiding In My Loft Up in my loft Breathing is soft Like birds in my hand And the air between Love is the rampart A fire to stamp out I can kill men Over and over again Oh, my weak heart is in darkness But it's not my own darkness It'

Don't you look at me There is no matter here I'm not blood and bone I'm only colour Don't you look at me I'm only colour There is no matter here And I'm not blood and bone And I'm moving away from here Under my roof I can think at my own pace Under m

You're a ribbon on a bough You're a ribbon on a bough You're a ribbon on a bough You're a ribbon on a bough You're a ribbon on a bough Jumping hares wait for light And a river running slow You're meandering tonight Through the twilit silver dreams Ev

A Perfect Landing - Martin John Henry Underpass you are my cradle Catching me when I fall down Carry me, I'm no longer able Hit the floor like a rocket Now I'm on the pavement Lucifer is talking Oriental voices Call me, call my name Empty eyes you ar

From Portree to Brighton I'm drawing the lines on a map Wherever your feet fall I'll measure the rainfall I'll collect every last drop Lover, cover me The distance is scaled Navigation prevailed Baby, you're not here So call me tonight Multiply my de

Span - Martin John Henry Weekends were deadly every time On over to the gaping firth Filled up the spaces in my mouth We heard the band and then the drive Snow on the tar but we survived I tried to hide my disappointment My heart is cast in bronze My

First Light - Martin John Henry Every time I come around there Black boxes full of tar abound Did you notice when it left you? No polis came to protect you Somewhere up the trains We were only weans Who died and forgot about this As a child I knew th

Breathing Space - Martin John Henry In a land far away There is hope on a beach In a broch In my thoughts I will feed every day with itself With my present state With my heart on a lead I could fall in a hole I could drive the circumference A piano b

Choose Your Words Carefully - Martin John Henry So that's how we pray We mumble our way In binary talk With wings hot And that's how we say Hello to our graves And when we free fall We fall out So watch what you say If you come this way We cut and we

Seventh Song - Martin John Henry Used to seeing you Not used to re-seeing you Beneath two ways of thinking On two different streets At two separate ends I'm used to regret I'm used to feeling upset And on the seventh day I will begin to pray Only so