Boy Child
(Engel)

You'll lose your way
A boy child rides upon your back
Take him away
Through mirrors dark and blessed with cracks
Through forgotten courtyards
Where you used to search for youth
Old gets a new life
Reach out you can touch it's true
He's not a shadow of shadows
Like you, you see
Hearts hold on holding
If you stay one, you'll stay free
Go seek the lady
Who will give, not take away
Naked with stillness
On the edge of dawn she stays
Night starts to empty
That's when her song begins
She'll make you happy
She'll take you deep within her
Window lights for wanderers
Hide hard in your swollen eyes
Echoes of laughter
Hide in the cities thighs
Love catch these fragments
Swirling through the winds of night
What can it cost
To give this boy child back his sight
Extensions through dimensions
Leave you feeling cold and lame
Boy child mustn't tremble
'cos he came without a name

On Your Own Again
(Engel)

Wasn't it a good year
Wasn't filled with talking
It still moves through my heart
From time to time
City after city
Gray Granite gray as morning
Heroes died in subways left behind
far behind like our love
You're on your own again
And you're your best again
That's what you tell yourself
I see it all the way as far as anyone can see
Except when it began I was so happy I didn't feel like me

Little Things (That keep us together)
(Engel)

It's on days like these
When your brother falls
You can read it all in the Times
How a moving car
Stole a movie star

Little Things that keep us together
While the war's going on

It's on days like these
When your childhood cries
And you see it all on the news
Little children starve
Growing tired of born

Little things that keep us all close and warm
While the war's going on

Find a place you can hide
And take what you can
The time will arrive
When you need a friend
Stop looking at us
We're waving good-bye
There's a man
Shouting he's with me
When that morning comes
I can't wait to see
Just how high his eagle
On color screens
Is gonna fly
Going to fly

It's on nights like these
That your neighbor dies
'Cos he put a gun to his head
He was so alone
He had nothing left

Little things that call for a drink
That bury a soldier's death

It's on days like these
When your sister cries
And your brother falls from your hands
Jumbo jets can die
Killing 81

Little things that help us get by the why
Why the war's going on
Why the war's going on
Why the war is going on
why the war is going on
why the war's going on
why the war's going on

Obviously have been having a bit of a Scott Walker moment there!

S x