air to breathe in Help me find a way to move on, standing in the way of the sun Help me find you, you, you, help you find me Now who inspires you?
no air to breathe in Help me find a way to move on, standing in the way of the sun Help me find you, you, you, help you find me Now who inspires you?
there's no air to breathe in Help me find a way to move on Standing in the way of the sun Help me find you, help you find me Now who inspires you?
turn days into nights And I am on my way. At the speed of light I fly Aeons passing by. All believers still alive At speed of light they fly. A cave,
state You're a queen reborn Worshipped from above afar Some see you as an elixir An elemental natural seeking perfect grace In a catacomb Or cave of
from the stage, in a suit with a fade I had set the game a blaze, and they threw me a parade I stacked a little change and took my family out the caves
but I feel like my heart is caving in I'm trying to be brave 'cause when I'm brave other people feel brave but I feel like my heart is caving in I'
Leroy Carr A traditional song which was a likely inspiration for The Train Song. How long, how long, has that evenin' train been gone? How long, how
A traditional song which was a likely inspiration for Where The Wild Roses Grow. Nick's song is also available. When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother
world With your eyes black as coal And your long dark curls Some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up Others are works of inspiration
(John Lee Hooker 1959) A song which was a likely inspiration for Tupelo. Nick's song is also available. Tupelo Blues - John Lee Hooker (3:23) (from
line Oh, yeah, the ball to the line You're welcome to join us all Though you haven't got the ball You're welcome to join us all Let us give you inspiration
The motel The distances Cave into kisses, cold and wet Familiar exchanges Like needle pulling thread The empty movements that once were so inspired
Since the dawn of recorded time when our ancestors first gathered together as cave dwellers, certain individuals have emerged from the crowd - socrates
map across your pillow And breathe the sky in through your window I'll stay in the riddle and watch your books cave in Oh, maybe you're my inspiration
world With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls Some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up; others are works of inspiration
