Being with Nick Mulvey
I don’t want to talk, any more, of pain.
I don’t want to remember all of the hurt
I’ve caused others,
Others have caused me.
I don’t want to
Oceans of Mine
Love In A Criminal World
Don’t tell me you want to get to know me
When I give you all I am.
I’m not made of the times we share,
Not made of the things we
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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says
Wash Me Out
Love me that is all
Love me like a roaring sea
Swirls about
Love me like a roaring sea
Wash me out
Love me like a roaring sea
Baby don't rush