Live on the turn of the tide
Ever to burrow but never to hide
Always the tears in the edge of my eyes
Delivering truth of the live and let lie

Rivers that never run dry
Fed from this bleeding heart of mine
Suffer the scratching thorn in my side
Ever the itching of precious pride

Lament of the lonely
The lost all along
Only me only can carry them on
This heart is so heavy I wish I was strong
Only me only the only one

The left of the living
In suffering song
The weft of the weaving, perceiving it strong
The burning and stinging in heat from the sun
Forever in turning for never undone

The tide in the morning is nearly gone
Its lilting and leaving till back it comes
The birds are all winging the dawn is done
It’s only me singing the only one

If it were flower
It would not be a rose
And if it were a bird
Would be fast on wings away from home
And if it were a tree
Down in the deep dark its roots would be
But if it were a flower
It would not be a rose

If it were a room
Would be one with corners lost in gloom
And if it were a song
Would be sung with a slow and plaintive tune
And if it were a face
Would contain a sadness you couldn’t place
But if it were a flower
It would not be a rose

If it were the sea
Would rise-up, swell and swallow me
And if it were my heart
Would fill up full and fall apart
And if it were the ground
Would pull me in without a sound
But if it were a flower
It would not be a rose

Open my mouth to speak
Nothing comes out

I don’t want you
To think that I don’t want you

We’re all afraid of the dark
We all believe ours is the weakest heart

I don’t want you
To think that I don’t want you

But nothing I could say
Would save the fading stars so far away

I want to think that love conquers all
I want to say that hope helps at all

I don’t want you
To think that I don’t want you

There’s a breaking in the beating of my heart
Can’t bear to watch the world fall apart

I don’t want you
To think that I don’t want you

Whatever I could say
Would it be the light from stars that already died away

For a long time now I’ve wanted to say
Something to lighten your load, brighten your day
But there aren’t the words for the colours I see
The patterns the change won’t stay the same
And somehow my view is always imbued with melancholia hues

At dusk and at dawn
Moments to wonder but somehow to mourn
These moments they pass to never return
Melt into nostalgia as my memory yearns

For each pound of joy there’s an ounce of regret
If the sun rises you know it will set

So I’m taking it down to tuck it away
Saving some sunshine for my rainy day
And I’m trying to find that silverline
That runs through the clouds that collect in my skies

Our love is a pendulum swing
We are two bells with alternate rings
In the sequence of high and low
You’ll be the other side of wherever I go

Forever repeating
The only tune you know
The other side of whatever I know

Never resolving
Hanging in the air
A pendulum swinging
My here, your there

Our love is like bells ring, bells ring
Sweet and sad
The pull of the longing, longing, longing
Is all we have

Like morning dew frozen where it fell
If you longed for love little you could tell

Is it just the birds and the blues of the wintertime
Is it just the birds and the blues?

It draws you down back under its spell
And it churns you and turns the pearl out the shell

Is it just the birds and the blues of the wintertime
Is it just the birds and the blues?

You try to take some sunlight for this side
But you cannot break the turning of the tide

Is it just the birds and the blues of the wintertime
Is it just the birds and the blues?

Is it just the birds and the blues