I don't know precisely which day
Coloured me other
Perchance it may have been a slow bleed
So I cut out whichever shape I need
I don't sue for rescue, I'm as free as I have ever been
Don't want another rock to hang about my neck
You see bejeweled
I see bedecked in dead stars
And nothing touching me
I am glad for open windows
I call the birds that do not come
You Beak and Dead-Eyed, welcome
Bones bleach of the city
And when I'm done, I'm done. I'm done
Keep eternal for your worry
I don't want to look upon another word this hard so lightly thrown
I say disarm, I hear disown, It sounds familiar
I don't want another rock to hang about my neck
You see bejeweled
I see bedecked in dead stars
I don't want to look upon another word this dear
So lightly spent
And what says here
Means came and went
It sounds familiar
Nothing's touching me
- :
- What a Wonderful World (Sons of Anarchy)
- Other
- The Minutes
- When I Was Your Girl
- The Turn
- Voice
- Hometime
- Essex
- Hoodoo
- Raindancing
- Alf
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Singles
- The Essential
- Alison Moyet The Best Of: 25 Years Revisited
- The Best Of: 25 Years Revisited
- The Turn (Re-issue – Deluxe Edition)
- Hometime (Re-issue – Deluxe Edition)
- Voice (Re-issue – Deluxe Edition)