Blog: The Vinyl District

From the top, now: We are not true / We are not pure / We are not right / O but still I'll steal to you at night / Too selfish by half / Too ugly by far / But when your songs have been sung, come to me / Rumours are rife / And winter blows cold / Reminds me of such wretched times / And yet all the same / I will never deign / To think ill of you / When all's well / My love is like cathedral bells / Amongst all the [...]