On the way to your brother's house in the valley, dear,. By the river bridge a cradle floating beside me.. In the whitest water on the banks against the stone.
So now I am older than my mother and father. When they had their daughter. Now what does that say about me. . Oh how could I dream of such a selfless and true love.
So guess I got old. I was like trash on the sidewalk. I guess I knew why. Often it's hard to just sweet talk. . I was old news to you then. Old news, old news to you then.
Penniless and tired, let your hair grow long. I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong. Memory is a fickle siren song. I didn't understand.
In that dream I'm as old as the mountains. Still is starlight reflected in fountains. Children grown on the edge of the ocean. Kept like jewelry kept with devotion.
Go with your two feet bare. Down through the cold lane there, to Brighton.. A country house, a liar and a louse live there.. . Go with your arms held wide..
Light up with me, my dear,. Light up. Under stormy night, tell nobody. . My brother, where do you intend to go tonight?. I heard that you missed your connecting flight,.
Why in the night sky are the lights hung?. Why is the Earth moving 'round the sun?. Floating in the vacuum with no purpose, not a one. Why in the night sky are the lights hung?.
I woke up one morning. All my fingers rotten. I woke up a dying man without a chance. . I came to your window. Threw a stone and waited. At the door a stranger stood.
If to borrow is to take and not return. I have borrowed all my lonesome life. And I can't, no I can't get through. The borrower's debt is the only regret of my youth.
I was following the. I was following the. I was following the. I was following the. I was following the pack. All swallowed in their coats. With scarves of red tied 'round their throats.