"That's Not Me". . Must have been out of my mind. Must have been a little bit crazy. I had heaven in my hands. Didn't even know to do with it. Must have been seeing things.
Happy but for a while. The good times were out of style. And April came and went. Colder than it's ever been. . You'd lay in the morning time. And gaze at the ceiling, tired and low.
Must have been out of my mind. Must have been a little bit crazy. I had heaven in my hands and didn't even know to do with it. Must have been seeing things.
Meet me by the sea again. Past the point the shoreline bends. Where the sand is soft and warm. And hangs upon your golden arm. And time wont move at all.
Gazing out into space. We spend the endless day. When wine like water flows. And light falls on the rose. . Clouds rushing in now. Wash us with rain. So we go out sailing on.
Its been one year. I know well. Since I heard. The midnight bell. . From your window. On the square. Open to. The midnight air. . My home far away. Ill go back someday.
A dark shadow is arising. On a dry and thirsty soul. And in the darkness it is hiding. So no one could ever know. . Of the emptiness inside him. Or the rate at which it grows.