I think that it’s finally time to admit / I have played in a pantomime
Donovan had been expecting today to be different, but the orchestra room inspired the same feelings it always did: awe and shame.
I wish now and then, / For the rain.
I feel a need to put the last ten years in film, as a whole, into perspective.
Mamma when young / sewed clothes as she sung.
She’s walking alone across the moor.
I cut your hair when you died so while you lay / resting you’ll look like yourself. The coffin