Reef
feed me
Driven home back from the city.
Lead grey sky come wash us nearly.
Can't you see there's no horizon?
In this speeding place called London.
I don't think that this makes too much sense.
Dampened soul come called fron slumber.
Woken up; calmed like no other.
As you moan you'll hear my laughter
You grow old, I grow young faster.
I don't think that this makes too much sense.
Can't you see?
I'm all used up.
I need somebody to come and feed me.
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- Great Expectations Soundtrack
- Miscellaneous
- Rides
- Replenish
- Getaway
- Live at St Ives
- How I Got Over
- Together - The Best Of
- The Best Of
- The Collections
- Live From Metropolis Studios
- Glow
- Rock!
- It Rocks
- Alternative Love
- Rock rEvolution, Vol. 3
- Loaded
- Original Hits - Rock
- Cigarettes & Alcohol Classics
- Essential - One For The Lads