Darren Melrose:
It ought to be easy ought to be simple enough
Darren Melrose:
Hello
Darren Melrose:
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Darren Melrose:
It seems to me a crime that we should age
Darren Melrose:
I am yours, you are mine,
Darren Melrose:
Don't you know that you are a shooting star?
Darren Melrose:
I see a red door
Darren Melrose:
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
Darren Melrose:
Seems I've got to have a change of scene