…The islander slips into hiding And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara He whirled out of doors as snow Arrives as smoke in the yard To flee from bad deeds There he had to become someone…

…guess not everybody think of the life, the same way. I just want a stable love, lot of bed-side stories, to have heat, all those days. I just want the family, to see, how they grow up, people have a better world now, where to have some fun.…

…, Ocean soul) It's not the monsters under your bed It is the Man next door That makes you fear, makes you cry, Makes you cry for the child All the wars are fought among those lonely men Unarmed, unscarred I don't want to…

…always over in the morning Black wind come carry me far away With the sunlight died and night above me With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside You run for cover in the Temple of Love You run for another…