Gold and silver. Is the autumn. Soft and tender. Are the skys. Yes and no's. Are the answers. Written in. My true love's eyes. . Autumn's leaving. Winter is coming.
Sailing in seas of forget-me-not. Joining the race for the sun. Following baits made of daisy-chains. The new life has now begun.. . So go your way and I'll follow.
Mayfair strange in the morning light. Mayfair strange in the summer night. Mayfair strangest in the afternoon. Mayfair stretching far above. Full of fame but lacking love.
Well, there was a man who lived in a shed. Spent most of his days out of his head. For his shed was rotten let in the rain. Said it was enough to drive any man insane.
The tramp moves on to the end of the street. I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet. For some there's a future to find. But I think they're leaving me behind..
Know. Know. Know. Know. Know. Know. Know. Know. Know that I love you. Know I don't care. Know that I see you. Know I'm not there. Know. Know. Know. Know.
When joey first came the light seemed to rise. Thought it came in the night and left with her eyes. And I wish that her face would return once again. Just one day to remind me of saturday's gain..
Joey will come, to see your flowers. Joey will come, to while away your hours. She will tell you you're not so good for her. She wouldn't be there if it could be that you were.
Believe me, pretty mama. Better not treat me right. Just have to forget you. After tomorrow night. . Believe me, pretty mama. Better take your picture too.
Who wouldn't do anything. That you want them to. Carry the world right to your feet. If that's what you want me to do. Didn't we laugh. And scream and shout.
I was born to love no one. No one to love me. Only the wind in the long green grass. The frost in a broken tree. . I was made to love magic. All its wonder to know.
Monday is shining, you know 'em Tuesday's rain. Well, the days go by me like a southbound train. Yes, it's funny thinking you will never call my name.
And what will happen in the morning when the world it gets. So crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning.. . What will happen in the evening in the forest with the weasel.
Do you curse where you come from,. Do you swear in the night. Will it mean much to you. If I treat you right.. Do you like what you're doing,. Would you do it some more.
Falling fast and falling free. You look to find a friend. Falling fast and falling free. This could just be the end. . Falling fast you stoop to touch.
Why leave me hanging on a star?. When you deem me so high. When you deem me so high. When you deem me so high. . Why leave me sailing in a sea?. When you hear me so clear.
Love is but the song we sing. Fear the way we die. It can make the mountains ring. Make the angels cry. So the bird is on the wind. You may not know why.
Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound. It can never flourish, till its stalk is in the ground. So men of fame, can never find a way. Till time has flown far from their dying day.