Mornings will be kind to you in the future. Never mind the smog that makes your head hurt. Darling you could have that grave garden. Darling you could finish the things you started.
And he sings when he mops. Seems to help him a lot. Where there's uneven stairs. Mr. Landlord is there. . Well, he mops all day. Can't get away too long.
I guess I'll take care. Of my heart and brain and hair. With a soda for the ride. Seems to help me all the time. Leaving there from you. . I want you all the time.
He tried to escape once in a balloon. He tried to escape once in a balloon. . On the foggiest day he decided not to stay. The ground below held his life not long ago.
Down to the valley where the fortunes grow. Down to the free. That gathered holy 'round the fire that grows so well. . On with the laughter when the work is done.
There were too many years. Under spells awry. As the fortune appears. It begins to die. . So I've come here to wait. For the end of it all. 'Till I'm gone from here.
Did you ever want to be overrun by bandits;. to hand over all of your things and start over new?. while we were out hunting for food. our house was being robbed.
He was a great balloon maker. The balloons were never known for speed. There's no way that you'll get sweet. You asked me to waste some time. . Come out to see the sun, you're all we've got.
Bring with you, a photograph machine. One for Anabel and one for me. We're having troubles remembering things. So one for Anabel and one for me. . We walked down to see the crowd.
If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter. Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait. Let all that run through the fields, through the quiet.