Music

Living In This City * Over And Over * Shattered Dreams * Even Now * Almost There * Leave Me To Dream * Like A Fool * Golden Days Of Ours * On Fire * No Point In Dreaming * She's Not For You * Lovers Make You Cry * Stage Fright * Devil Takes Control * Lost Without You * Midnight * Marley Avenue * Night Bird * As Cold As Ice * Run For Your Life * Won't Be Able To Sleep * Let It Rain * Walking In The Moonlight * Remember * Movin' On * Find Your Dream * It's A Pity * That Takes Me Back * Ten Years Behind * Take What You Want * Circumstance * What's Going On? * Had A Little Bad News * Back On The Road * Forever Love You Now * Be What You Want Me To Be * Sleep Well Tonight * Certain People * Beautiful Lady * Rosie's Bar * Empty Promises * Riding Out The Storm * When We Were Young * Moochy Man * Oh, What A Life It Is * You Look So Good Tonight * Breaking All The Rules * Another Life * Leave Me Alone * Truth Behind The Smile * Something Strange * 500 Light Years to Jupiter * Suraya * I'll Be Gone * Don't Tell Me You Love Me * She Belongs To You

From an acoustic set recorded live at the Red Room

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Night Bird

It's late. The house is dark, but she's still awake. I hear her treading softly on the stairs and the front door closes behind her as she quietly steps outside into the night. She never tells me where she goes. It's her secret and I never ask. I know I'll eventually fall asleep and when I wake in the morning, she'll be here beside me. We'll both pretend and act as if she's never been away. It's as much as I can wish for. The night may be cold and empty, but she lights my day. She's my life. I want her with me, but in her darker moments she needs her freedom and I must let her fly. Like a night bird

The Red Room

"As long as this house of sin endures

Fear will haunt the Red Room"

H.G. Wells

"I can assure you," said I, "that it will take a very tangible ghost to frighten me." And I stood up before the fire with my glass in my hand.

"It is your own choosing," said the man with the withered arm, and glanced at me askance.

"Eight-and-twenty years," said I, "I have lived, and never a ghost have I seen as yet."

The old woman sat staring hard into the fire, her pale eyes wide open. "Ay," she broke in; "and eight-and-twenty years you have lived and never seen the likes of this house, I reckon. There's a many things to see, when one's still but eight-and-twenty." She swayed her head slowly from side to side. "A many things to see and sorrow for."