Hunger & The Hurting (N.Thomas/G.Birtwhistle) Console yourself in me I'll stay right by your side I'll keep you warm and dry 'Till the evening grows long I would lick your bleeding wounds I would mop your fevered brow I would feed you on my wine, one more time       Nothing can disguise       The hurting here inside       The edges fray away       When I see you in this way There is healing in my hand And I give it all to you I want to take away the pain To make you love again I would lick your bleeding wounds I would mop your fevered brow I would feed you on my wine, one last time