Sticks and stones may build a home But a house it needs you inside So come on around and we'll stoke up the fire And we'll talk in its gold and black light When your work is over, head round to mine Or we could meet in a second hand shop where I saw your face for the first time Sticks and stones may build a home But a house it needs you inside So...Learn More

I send my regards to you love The seas that we sailed across were rough 'Cause those winds and those rains and those holes and those cannons we fought Were too much for you in the end, too much you thought I'm like a sycamore seed turning as I fall As I see you walking to me down the hall And I'll be trying to pretend that I was fine And everyday...Learn More