Flower Of Finae - Niamh Parsons

Through the week he sits looking out across the field With a headaches' grip that won't let up Brought on by the clutter of trivial things Still it makes him fe

There's plenty of switchblade traitors here Slight of hand can fool the eye To disguise the dagger clenched beneath the kiss The news is darker than I feared Co

When you were in my arms you'd tremble Like you would always be right there You said I always treat you gentle Never wanna see you hurt again Thinking back now

A lone car stopped as I walked home that night I ignored all the warnings a young lady hears By the time that I knew what he had on his mind It was too far for

Indian Pacific on a dead straight track Indian Pacific on a dead straight track There's a word in here's gonna drag her back I drunk all but a train fare back o

You've been grinding out the days miles and galleys in your palm Spending all of your down time playing amber solitaire Wearing nothing but long sleeves to hide