Catching Tales

jamie cullum get your way dinner at eight, that sounds fine, i suppose that means we'll turn up 'round nine. bought a bunch of flowers, just for her, she says the burden's on the receiver. i opened the door and you walked in, (sniff) the scent of wil

There's maybe a way I can tell you 'Cause with everyday things continue So who will fantasize A new generation politicized When things are done in our own name Are we as much to blame But only lately And the ground is removed underneath Shout it from

her name was written on a photograph, right next to her red, sunburnt face, it all had happened in that long tall grass, about a mile from her old place, and i can't remember how it started and if it lasted that day in the sun. we said that we were g