The Comb Lyrics & Chords By Carol Keogh

Stepping away from your house Wrapped up in a Sunday shroud At Christchurch Christmas knell I'm passing the Liberty Belle And I hear it with such clarity, tolling the ages The...read more

Fire under feet The sensual toe tapping up your streets It's torn asunder, it's torn It's in the tombs where lovers meet and They curse the Gods that they would seek another ...read more

What you got for me in your bag? Is it the happy that you bring? And in that pocket with its chain Is that a very good thing I spy? You look like a long time You look like Get...read more

No kisses left now, no caresses All gone, dried up Day is done now, closing down Swept away, swept away You take the wind out of my sail You take out You take the wind out...read more

Until I get paid, until I get paid I will sit down here with you And when I get paid, and when I get paid, I don’t know, but I’m sure we can find better things to do I don’t...read more