February 18th        (C) 1993 N.Thomas / D.Turner         I never really thought that so far down the line         After the scars are smooth and the wounds have all healed over         You're still haunting me         Whoever would believe after the ache had died         I find inside, the flame is still alive         You're still haunting me         I can remember; Pringles and orange juice         The showcase and kiwi fruit for this there is no excuse         To remind me         I can remember; Malcolm waking us in the night         Sleeping in your tiny single and holding me tight         You're still haunting me         I can remember juggling the moment as if I could catch it         Watching your eyes following the line of the latest Pratchett         You're still haunting me         Did you really come back?         After we'd all left cooky's...?         ...did you really come back?