The actor leaves the stage with a rose in his hand. He settles in the back seat his thoughts are like fine sand. Driven through the rain swept streets casting a melancholy stare.
Talking of the end, talking of the end. Let me hear you say it will not be. Talking of the end, talking of the end. Let me hear you say you disagree. .
For my delight. Swift as the wind flies. His chariot and wings. Shine, shine in the light of a thousand suns. For he comes from the land of no night. He comes from the land of no night.
In the church made of living trees entwined. Green and dapple golden trees enshrined us. I heard the mice murmur in the corners. Saw the moles move deep below the ground.
Last winter blew so cold no lies. And my fire smoke would not rise. Soon as the smoke would tried to depart. It'd be froze up harder than a landlord's heart.
I sit down in the Underground trying to be gay. see the wild grass turn just into hay. I see the magic movement but they don't fly away. bad karma and it ricochets my eye.
Cold morning sun to show me where I spent the night. Sun can you find through porthole on the anchored sea me. Then I'm walking on the prom deck asking the sky.
Factory chimney cough yellow smoke. Trucks and trains go rumbling. Throw down your key from your window high. Your man's out drinking. . Neighbors thinking evil.
Beneath some shaded planet. Before this earth was born. We came together. And we danced in the early dawn. . For my hands contain ten dances. That shall bear us into the night.
Down in Robot City, you might think it's play, play, play. Down in Robot City, you might think it's play, play, play. But a number 5 Robot, he must work in all the night and day.
Restless night walking nowhere in the foggy dew. Restless years whispering through very long clouds. Very low clouds, very long clouds, very low clouds.
Stepping out of the gray day she came. Her red hair falling like the sky. Love held them there in that moment. With the whole world passing by. . He could look through all of his books.
Golden seeds of autumn streak the purple sky. miles of amber raindrops stretch between our hands. just then, just then. my heart lept high. beautiful colours danced.
A strong power calls from the left hand. Across the waters deep. A strong power calls from the left hand. Let all things sleep or weep. . Oh, the queen of love.
Even the birds when they sing. It's not everything to them. Even the birds when they sing. It's not everything to them. . Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils made me want to play.
Now you may have observed if you walk into a wall. You get a certain sensation of reality. When you take a look through your memory book. You may perceive a certain rhythmic regularity.
Deep in the hollow jail, sleeps Lord Randall. The mixed voices speak of bread and of sheets that were. Scarlet and blue are at his head. His heart like a cat drowns in a well.
When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows. Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep. I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window.
It's only a painted chariot. But it took you so far into the rain. And the coachman slapped his fist. On the chariot in the mist. He said, "Look here, Sonny.
Sissie wouldn't believe, when I told her the old man was gone. The one who lived all alone in the shack on the shore. That's so hard to find, so had to go past.