Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
Amelia Curran
The only thing we operate
A hand to hold and bend and break
And losing steam to concentrate
We line the road and bar the gate
If not for you I could hardly see
If not for you and the ruins of me
Come one day one final plea
Come back for me, come back for me
All through the day the night walks near
A sound rings out a souvenir
And pooling in the atmosphere
We clamour and we claim to hear
Well this old road has been here so long
The same old story the same old song
Remember me when I am gone
The only way the forest grows
Is follow where the water flows
And in its stead a fine repose
We bargain and we borrow
If not for you I could hardly see
If not for you and the ruins of me
Come one day one final plea
Come back for me come back for me
Come back for me come back for me