Melodic and distinctive, with a slightly darker edge and a strong sense of character. Written by Mark Daynes & John Love.
Lyrics
Lucretia
She had drunken
Me over the table,
With an impressive conversation
Piece & claret wine.
My misfortune
Crashed out listening to fables
Completed by illumination
Of a nervous valentine.
I was rocking
Her outside a cradle
Which soon arose & overcame us,
We were warm & bare.
And in this forest
Of wild abandon,
I was led along unstable
Before she recovered my senses
With beguiled affair.
Beautiful & clever are the words she’ll wear,
Am I closer to the shore?
Am I insecure... Lucretia.
‘She’s a rhyme
A Melodie of token regrets
Eventime
Hometide I settle for nothing less’
(and I found time was)
Calm and swooning
For these tales of frivolry, I understand
But for the merest mediocrity
Of moment to arrive,
then she would
surely leave.