Songtexte

SINGER/SONGWRITER

Room With A View

In my room

There are no clocks

No phones, no televisions

In my room

You wouldn't find me

April Dusk

Under my cold and aching feet

This is the path I have to go

Through the deadwood,

through the trees

It feels like a swelling undertow

Walking On Eggshells

Don‘t stare, don‘t move, don‘t turn around

Don‘t care, don‘t prove, don‘t make a sound

Don’t swear, don’t try, don’t leave a trace

Don’t dare, don’t lie, don’t fall from grace

How To Breathe

Through the ebb, through the flow

Seasons come and seasons go

Open sea and cloudy skies

Watching days and nights go by

Welcome Home

Welcome, welcome Home

Step through that creaking door

Remember and forget

You‘ve been here before

You‘ve been here before

SINGER/SONGWRITER