martinfowlie:
1/52 - My dice still roll in sixes and yours still turn up ones
martinfowlie:
6/52 Stand up straight at the foot of your love, I lift my shirt up
martinfowlie:
7/52 Ringfinger, promise carved in stone, deeper than the sea
martinfowlie:
9/52 We'll meet in Russian literature for flooded day
martinfowlie:
10/52 When shadows grew no longer I knew no other friend but you were wild
martinfowlie:
17/52 I walk the line
martinfowlie:
23/52 In the flat field I do get bored
martinfowlie:
25/52 Bare feet like a tomboy
martinfowlie:
37/52 Water is my eye, most faithful mirror
martinfowlie:
41/52 I need a good use for all these lines, and lines, and lines, and lines
martinfowlie:
43/52 Your own personal Jesus
martinfowlie:
45/52 Through the windswept coastal trees
martinfowlie:
46/52 Not broken in pieces like hated little meeces
martinfowlie:
47/52 Well, I called you once, I called you twice, ain't I your midnight man?
martinfowlie:
48/52 We do what we need to be free and it leans on me like a rootless tree
martinfowlie:
50/52 I got a love that keeps me waiting. I'm a lonely boy, I'm a lonely boy.
martinfowlie:
52/52 I've been looking so long at these pictures of you