Lewis Furey

There are songs of coldness and songs of lust
Songs of betrayal and songs of trust
Songs that fill you, songs that make you glad
And songs like this, songs that are sad

I'm haunted by your memory
This is the way that you charted for me

\You'll never be what I want you to be
You'll never do what I want you to do
I'd better make up my mind to get myself on through...

I've called to you a hundred times
A hundred, hundred times these lines
Lines full with longing, lines full of desire
There are songs come from heaven and songs from the fire...

And I'm haunted