to my heart Cos they've never seen quite one of it's kind It may be worn out and wasted It may be selectively blind But this heart, it is proud to have loved you This heart is not cold to the touch This heart never ran from your kindness This heart never asked you for much Cities and factories spread across the borrowed map But still I'm lost COMETS (Words - GA Johnson) Came to London to find myself but in ten million people, where do you start?/Drunk at a party, you asked me if I was someone else and I say, "Yeah, if it helps you, I won't be myself"/Like Japanese poets who capture a Summer in only three lines, with just one kiss, I want to tell you but it takes all night/You just can't wait for the right time because like comets, it could be the last time/You should always tell them you love them in case you never see them again CROWN ESTATE (Words - Simon Rivers) Look at that rich girl twitch - like me she can't sit still/How would you want it seen?/Just like when you were ill?/When you hear the way they talk - the rosy cheeks of the ruling classes/You can argue all you like - they swear by early nights/Never meant to be like this - a lot colder but the people were warm/If anyone was coming to get you - armed only with a sugar bowl/Used to leave your back