(Mark Hollis / Tim Friese-Greene)
Sang soulless loud
Herding step on flesh and nothing else
To well to dro
Intimate Tonight lyrics

Well the big bodacious beauties down 
wn and drown
Sleight of reason how they come
Cain in number
Shake my head
Turn my face to the floor
Dead to respect to respect to be born
Gloomy Sunday lyrics


Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, th
est we forget who lay
Who lay
Alone the crowd
Spurning step by static blame something else
Thirsting within, without
Sighted, weeded, how 
Rending The Veils lyrics

Deny the day Onthrough the nightThe light shines bright<
hey run
Slain in number
Shake my head
Turn my face to the floor
Dead to respect to respect to be born
Lest we forget who lay
Who lay