Ben Christophers River Song
			She came round here like ravens 
Little diamonds on water 
There's blood on your lips 
Kissed by the ruin glow of your lust 
Captured in your arms 
Dead city dreamer 
Creep from your hair like vultures do 
Deep inside your skin 
Ride pretty shadow 
Finger tips crawl from you 
Wrecking ball swings over us eye's shut 
Bicycle spokes 
Innocent spin 
As lonely as addiction you're it 
Tenderness lost