Difford & Tilbrook

(difford/tilbrook)

There's smoke in the hills
And prints on the path
The moon dangles down on the hyena's laugh
And there are riders with guns by their sides
The wagon train's full of women and hides
The men drink and smoke to help pass the time
Men have their thoughts and plans to decide
And the dust brings the thirst to the mouths open wide
The wagon train leaves the hills
As the gold hits the fever
The wagon train tips the scales
Wagon train you can keep her

There's gold in them hills
It's treasure to claim
A ghost in the hillside calls out my name
In the wind a roar as the tumbleweed tumbles
The rocks cast a shadow where the horses have stumbled
And we light up a flame as the sky above rumbles
Like the bellies that feast on a meal that is humble
And the rain slashing down as i shave off my stubble

There's arrows that fly
As guns start to shoot
There's mud in your eye and stones in your boot
With wagons on fire and women left screaming
Some left for dead and others left bleeding
There's nothing left now and nothing worth keeping
The treasure was trapped and sprung when in sleeping
Not even the wind from the rocks is left breathing

(difford/tilbrook)

Power station by the river
Grinding slowly to a stop
Clock still ticking on the mantle
Flames still flicker on the log
Coffee brewing in the kitchen
Where the door is open wide
Glass upon a hoovered carpet
Eyes are glowing in the night

It's the silence you can see
Hearing shadows behind me

All the buildings standing empty
All the trains are standing still
Cars are scattered by the roadside
There's no top upon the hill
Nails have scratched upon the outside
Of the empty chapel door
But i don't think that the father
Wants to live there anymore

There's no bone for you to pick
No more wax around the wick

Shot the arrow from the circle
At the apple on the tree
From a garden that was eden
Strange the fruit it bears for me
And the wind will spread the fire
And the rain will ever fall
If no one reads the writing
That's been written on the wall

Underneath the apple tree
There's a ghost who waits for me

The apple tree shakes its arms
Its fruit falls
Its fruits are tasting strange
The apple tree is shaking

(difford/tilbrook)

Tears for attention, heard all through the night
What is it you want from me, the last seconds of the fight
Kisses of corruption, tempt the spider from his web
Caught between the white sheets that have fallen from your bed
Heart for inspection, check the beat against the pain
The fight that came to break us up puts us back together again
Twitches of excitement give away my secret thoughts
Love was a book at bedtime, now that book has learned to talk

I get tears for attention
Kisses of corruption
With you
When i'm with you

Tears for attention dry upon a smiling face
Apologies and promises bring love back together again
Kisses of affection, lips that touch without a trace
The idea of conception puts the smile back on my face

I get tears for attention
Kisses of affection
And i do when i'm with you

(difford/tilbrook)

The moths at the window
They can see the light
The crickets crick in the dark
My pen runs out of ink
As i start to write
The feelings that are in my heart
This headache won't subside
I've got you on my mind tonight
The silence of the telephone
Doesn't bother me
But i wish that it would ring
I'm confined to quarters
I'm in solitary
I'm the man who would be king
The small hand's on the five
I've got you on my mind tonight

The loneliness for loving you
Is some price to pay
But are my pockets deep enough
The chorus of the morning
Keeps me awake
So busy with the thoughts of love
As i slowly close my eyes
I've got you on my mind tonight

Just as i go off to sleep
A car pulls up, i hear a beep

Good night

(difford/tilbrook)

Words escape me now i'm in prison
Sentenced to a life of tears
Now she hates me, that's her decision
Waiting for the smoke to clear
So i can see the damage of the fire
That raged through our love
So i can see the damage i can try
And salvage our love
I'm picking up the pieces
Maybe they'll fit some day

Love recalls me back from darkness
It whispers to an eager ear
She ignores me, why so heartless
Waiting for the smoke to clear
So she can see the damage of the fire
That raged through our love
So she can see the damage she can try
And salvage our love

Picking up the pieces
And putting them down again

There's never a match for a burning desire
To fall in love
And put out the fire that's been burning

Picking up the pieces
And putting them down again
Picking up the pieces
Maybe they'll fit someday