The sky was dark this morning. When i raised my head. I stood at the window- darkness was my bane. . Suddenly a sunbeam arch. Thrilled me to my weary heart.
Look at me, the answer is so clear. Lyin' close by the fire place. I wish that you could see yourself this way, my love. The firelight on your face. .
These have been quiet days. When was the last time I wanted to sing. Last few dying days hanging on - what will they bring?. Even you and me. We keep coming apart.