I took her out of her world and put her into mine I took away what she knew, had treasured over time Let?s sail away, baby I can?t explain what I see
Lightning cracks the convent mist curls to the bells Trees run down to the road protect the convent girls A Sister somewhere bows her head to pray Offer
In these demon days We?re pulling our pay The lights on the hill Are freezing us still The fingers of fate Stretch out and take Us to a night But something
Now that I know how to control myself Now that I?ve learnt how to contain myself ?Life is art.? ?Art is life.? But have you met my wife? Don?t get
Did she overtake you as you stalled to wait for her friend And was there a circus that she saw had hoped for and left Did she overtake you or bemuse
The Secret goes with its books and clothes from Ghost Town To a place no one can trace maybe there?s peace there in the streets there It?s gone, yes
If it rains, now we?ll change We?ll hold and save all of what came We won?t let it run away If It Rains If it rains, different this time We won?t break
And a river ran, and a train ran, and a dream ran through everything that he did There was melody, there was harmony, there was sweet Sherrie, but it
It was one day at five thirty I went down to the beach The afternoon was dying There was purple at its feet I love the shades of nightfall The faded
Mrs Ellis said. ?There?s someone you should meet here in the church?. I lent my back again, up against the church and went back inside. There was a woman
