(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Lister) There's a doubt in my heart And it's sinking deep inside of me It's the way that you talk It's in the way you're touching
Acrobats & Comets are floating by so fast Children's faces S.M.I.L.E. like suns at last Lilac butterflies are cruising without fear All inviting you
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(Lyrics: Gold-Lloyd-Echolette / Music: Bloss-Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) Ain't it strange that we destroy What we embrace And we leave What we seek It's such
(Lyrics: Lewis Carroll / Music: Bloss-Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide For both our oars, with little skill
(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Bloss) ...that I denied one time too many She left me at the break of day When I awoke she seemed still spinning in my head
In the beginning There was no light No teenage heaven or hell No songs or voices came from across the outlands Where oceans are meant to be -- where
Welcome Or should I say good bye? It's a question how close we are apart Are you goin' back home after this show Or leaving for the wild And when you
(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Bloss) He's sitting in the lobby of an african hotel A gun in his pocket, he's waiting for himself And this girl at the bar
(Lyrics Gold, music Gold/Lister) There's a man waving his hat At a starting aeroplane On a faded photograph from long ago And I wondered who he was
(Gold) I'm going out, I don't know why, there's no need at all A kind of turbulence outside and I can't resist the call I hear a siren, I might be late
Waiting for a change in the weather I'm waiting for a shift in the air, Could we get it together -- ever -- Hoping for your return Hoping for your sweet
(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Rusczcynski) Oh, I want to know I want to go Through that situation again, I'd like to catch That something in your eyes
(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) There's a tremor in the city but it looks all quiet There is something awful brewing but there ain't riots Beethoven You can
(Lyrics: Gold-Lloyd-Echolette / Music: Bloss-Gold-Lloyd-Echo) Show me a place that ain't hell If there's space Give me room to breathe That's all that
Winter's cityside Crystal bits of snowflakes All around my head and in the wind I had no illusions That I'd ever find a glimpse Of summer's heat waves
(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Bloss) You're living your way, I live mine I may be down and you are oh so high But in a while I'll sip your wine Then call
(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) On a round-about I'm turning on to you Don't you love the way we're turning, yes you do Little schools of hummingbirds are streaming
