Wild Birds 1985-1995

Hit Song - Peter Murphy Walking in the street Breath the only friend Strangers pass me by I＇m moving, moving with the wind Inside me now, the gold The gold at rainbows end Stranger to myself, a stranger Stranger till the end Behind the closed door Th

A strange kind of love A strange kind of feeling Swims through your eyes And like the doors To a wide vast dominion They open to your prize This is no terror ground Or place for the rage No broken hearts White-washed lies Just a taste for the truth P

I＇ll Fall With Your Knife Peter Murphy To The Crowd To The World You Were So Dry And With The Token Bird I Made Send It To Fly Right To Your Side With The Broken Wing You Sailed Oh Like Winter In July A Barren River Wide I＇ll Pray For The Flood To Wa

Final Solution - Peter Murphy The girls won＇t touch me Cos I＇ve got a misdirection Living at night isn＇t helping my complexion The signs all saying it＇s a social infection A little bit of fun＇s never been an insurrection Mamma threw me out till I get