John The Dog Lyrics & Chords By The Thyme Machine

These hands grip fabric, enamel and plastic, they chew and they bite. These eyes are shining, dilated and blinding, they catch in the light. I can't breathe but I'm so sad when...read more

I hold the torch to you, I spill a silhouette on the air that's round you. I gather books and I read with missionary zeal, tattooing tears on my cheek to show how much they mean. I...read more

You crack like glass on the southern side, above us the moon will haul a lonely tide. I fall, fall, through a filthy fog to meet you in the station by the hanging clock. The bells in...read more

Oh Mr. Beaton what shall I do? They want my picture taken, so they send me round to you Give us a smile and adjust to me Another little butterfly stuck on the bling The camera...read more

The children settle down so safe and sound, and when the mourning comes again I'm here to hold your head. But I can see you feather the nest with a dusty hope, you swoon and moan,...read more