In the sky - where my words are written I want to read - I want to write Poems for you - where noone can read them Songs for you - that noone can hear
[Music: Aydan, Jarpen / Lyrics: Aydan] [DAWN: Fragments of star] It's simply too hard To blow out all these fragments of star The dawn never shines
vous voulez, ca sera un honneur pour nous Si vous venez avec moi a la maison pour manger avec ma femme " When I was 17 my mother, bless her heart, fulfilled my summer dream
fate Like the dusk awaiting dawn So wizards cast your spell With no heart to do me well So it is written, it shall be, yeah Defender Ride like the wind
dream world line up in your mind just keep on calling y'all The shining lights of stages after the show are faded The crowd is gone away and now the dawning
her name For dawn is a dusk wherein needs must Erupt from the grave, aflame Written in the dead of night, dead of night And riding on the burning wind
Like a dream from which I pray I'll never wake Who can wash away these tears When all I've ever wanted Is still written on her face But the wind keeps
they would go and they would melt away our home and in my dreams their fires burned they tear my heart I listen to the wind listen to the wind
nights returning on and on The eye in the sky that don't lie be watching all y'all The troublesome time filled anxieties just keep crawling on And a dream
the fortress like a coruscating sea, painting the stygian heavens the colour of flame. And the high summer's night passed swiftly. At length, the dawn
whispers of her name For dawn is a dusk Wherein needs must Erupt from the grave, aflame Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind
go and they would melt away our home and in my dreams their fires burned they tear my heart I listen to the wind listen to the wind listen to
[music: Bucci/Scazzocchio, lyrics: Bucci, inspired by the poem "Kubla Khan, a vision in a dream", written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1798] The golden
brain, make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin made a virgo named him sean. make the love, paint the picture, write
risen whispers of her name For dawn is a dusk Wherein needs must Erupt from the grave, aflame Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind
