Instrumental
He lays alone cries on his own for horizons he'll never reach and all of those dreams are washed on the beach. She's drowing in oceans of shackled emotions
Come next September I'll be out upon the road again and there'll be times when I can hardly even say your name but now we're sticking to the sheets and
Matthew didn't stay home, he went abroad instead journeys to glory breathing in his head got caught up with shoe horns but he could'nt get a shine Matthew
I checked the time, it was almost time a curious smell,an intangible crime I'm washing my clothes,but the stain still grows cover your eyes,the stain
Communication always leaves in incomplete the grass is greener,but it's grown beneath my feet love inspiration is a message on a wing but I have left
Ooh I don't get it, what the hell it is All the things we say In the papers, oh, read the papers Read them yesterday You hear it again from another
We have no way to see eye to eye Through all the walls in their mind These are the pleasures that terrify So leave them behind You keep the chains that
Once there were times Love when we could touch the air between and out acroos this room we'd just touch hands life would shine with electric dreams.
We stand alone warmed by the light that reflects in your eyes I feel inside an emotional storm and a heart like a sky this moment takes to somewhere
Hello, this is me to you it's better now we're coming through and I don't really know just who we are I'll stay here till my loves full up so stir this
Glow, take out this foreign heart, wash oof the sand that seeps out through my eyes, I've still sleep in my eyes. Cold, cold's how we felt so long, accuse
Your pressed your face against my heart I felt that you could look right through me we live in days that have no time we live in times that now refuse
She'll sing a "West-Side" song you could be the boy in the film Heaven is a secret. Where are the "West-Side" boys? Fighting on the scaffold of love
Everybody, we?ve got to fight for ourselves Everybody, we?ve got to fight for ourselves Everybody, we?ve got to fight for ourselves Everybody, we?ve
This is the song of little Jo she's not the girl I used to know forever screaming all the day and night she used to be a diplomat but now she's down
Thank you for coming home I'm sorry that the chairs are all worn I left them here I could have sworn these are my salad days slowly being eaten away
Passion take the wind and break me from this tie we're mortals on the earth oh but God's up in the sky I haven't got a clue I haven't got a thing
