The man in 119 takes his tea alone. Mornings we all rise to
wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing poera through the door. The souls
of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall;
battle trumpets call. I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.
three days more I'd have just about learned the entire scire to Aida.
Holidays must end as you know. All is memory taken home with
me: the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all
years ago.
wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing poera through the door. The souls
of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall;
battle trumpets call. I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.
three days more I'd have just about learned the entire scire to Aida.
Holidays must end as you know. All is memory taken home with
me: the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all
years ago.
Take me now baby here as I am Pull me close try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe L...
dance to the sun a kiss to the earth embrace a stone come the small black book come the brandy cask o...
Heaven is this heaven wher we are See them walking if youi dare if you call that walking Stumble stagger f...
A lie to say 34 O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig 500 men with axes and they all dig for me 34...
Well they left then in the morning a hundred pairs of wings In the light moved together in the colors o...
For whom do the bells toll When sentenced to die The stuttering rifles Will stifle the cry The mo...
Crowds gather round kneeling at the feet of common thieves Hungry for the word but God would never spe...
You were looking away from me western skies calling you Colors spilling running dazzling you I was ...
I dreamed of a circle I dreamed of a circle round And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed...
love breaks apart is a myth of human kindness love breaks apart is amyth of human kindness love breaks apart ...
