Richard Thompson
cressida
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Love that holds its breath for fear
Of scaring love away
I rush my lines, I care too deeply
Oh, will she keep me for idle games?
I raise my eyes to see her there
Shining in a daydream
I raise my eyes, I see too much
I know her touch, what her touch would mean
I stare into, I stare into
The dying flames
- Album:
- Still
- Acoustic Classics
- Electric
- Miscellaneous
- Sweet Warrior
- Dream Attic
- Punk Headlines, Vol.2
- Action Packed:The Best Of The Capitol Years
- Live from Austin, TX: Richard Thompson
- The Bottom Line Archive: In Their Own Words, Vol. 1 (Live)
- The Bottom Line Archive Series: In Their Own Words, Vol. 1
- Still (Deluxe Edition)
- Still (Deluxe Version)
- BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards 2016
- Beatnik walking
- Uncut: The Heart of Saturday Night
- Uncut: The Sound Of 2013
- Cabaret of Souls
- Electric (Deluxe Version)
- Electric (Deluxe)