The painted faces on the street. caricatures of long ago. oh they were young and oh so sweet. down beyond the boulevard. knock on doors and empty halls.
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist the notes I write.
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. . Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor.
[Parry]. . On the surface things look different. What's underneath you cannot tell. For years it seems that everything is going well. . Behind the laughter hides a mystery.