Tomorrow's calling with promises new. I hear the echo of yesterday's blue.. . Silver patterns of porcelain rose. Cobwebs of filley green.. Where I get them from nobody knows,.
There can be no words. To describe that day. It's as if the sun left the sky. And carried my dreams away. And so without a reason or a rhyme. A rose was plucked untimely from the vine.
I was adrift on an ocean of dreams. I was amazed. And as I sail to the end of the world. I'm not afraid. Mournful moon and willow tree. Tell the world not to weep for me.
Some of us laugh,. Some of us cry,. Some of us lay back - watch the world go by.. Some of us fear,. Some of us hate,. Some of us won't wake up 'till it's too late!.