a beautiful mess
a flower in the dirt
a spirit on earth
the devil in the church
the radio on
you singing along
my ghost in armour
a travelling song
well, I dreamed of the shadowless man
unravelling spring with his own two hands
I envisioned him smiling in the dark
reaching out for his long lost heart
oh, a sparrow in the spokes
this bread that you break
the stories sold
the chest of the grave
the look in your eyes
the voyage to begin
the sound in the sky
the wining of the wind
the yelling of the drunks
the girl on my arm
the secret in my pocket
the trading of charm
the words that you wrote
the love on my sleeve
your lips that I taste
the way that you leave
well, I dreamed of the shadowless man
unravelling spring with his own two hands
I envisioned him smiling in the dark
reaching out for his long lost heart
reaching out for his long lost heart