Colours Are What Drive Me

Colours Are What Drive Me Most Strongly.

I'll Have Your Heart, If Not By Gift My Knife Shall Carve It Out. I'll Have Your Heart, Your Life.

Not Waving But Drowning Nobody Heard Him, The Dead Man, But Still He Lay Moaning: I Was Much Further Out Than You Thought And Not Waving But Drowning. Poor Chap, He Always Loved Larking And Now He's Dead It Must Have Been Too Cold For Him His Heart Gave Way, They Said. Oh, No No No, It Was Too Cold Always (still The Dead One Lay Moaning) I Was Much Too Far Out All My Life And Not Waving But Drowning.

O Happy Dogs Of England, Bark Well At Errand Boys, If You Lived Anywhere Else, You Would Not Be Allowed To Make Such An Infernal Noise.

Love Is Not Love That Wounded Bleeds And Bleeding Sullies Slow. Come Death Within My Hands And I Unto My Love Will Go.