Body slam you to the ground. Messaging a chill. Curses make the head go'round,. Brings a certain thrill.. . Send you to another world. Mesmerize your brain.
When I'm called home. I will bring a book. That tells of strange and funny turns. And of the heart it took. To keep on living in a world. That never was my own.
There are some folks. I used to know. Who used to smile. And say hello, And spin the world. And turn the page. Entertaining. From the stage Father time.
The music is the magic of a secret world,. secret world, a secret world.. It's a world that is always within.. . The music is the magic and the hiding place.
There's a sound comes from livin'. Somewhere in the past. When the grass was greener. And we found true love at last. . It's the sound of sorry. Lookin' yonder with regret.
not to worry. never mind. life will fix it every time. Give a balance. Fill a need. Bring a flower,. from a seed. Hold your head up,. raise your chin.
In a world of changes. Haunted melodies. Comes this funny feeling. When I'm close to you. Out of the blue, a thrill. . Sigh for all the sadness. Cry the broken dream.
Down here below.... the winds of change are blowing. through the weary night.. i prayed my soul will find me. shining in the morning light,. down here below..
Within some walls of stone. Another world is waiting for it's own. Another time, another world, another world. . The magic that is shown. Is or for another world.
All along the way there were things to do. Always some other someone I could be. Other things to know, other ways to go. To fly a spirit for the play to show.
And I thought that life. Would be so cold. I thought I'd need someone to hold. Like in the stories I was told. . And then we met. I can't forget. How we laughed.
i think about the love i live. a figure made of clay. i think about the things i've lost. the things i give away. and when i'm in a certain mood. i search the halls and look.