Our chemical devotions of the night Bring endless labyrinths of vines to light Your silent spell won?t bring you home tonight You couldn?t open up your
fair England's shore, Onto fair England's shore, Just where I thought my own true love did lay. CD/ LP EASY COME EASY GO=2008
I am walking through Rome with my heart on a string Dear God, please help me And I am so very tired of doing the right thing Dear God, please help me
In Germany before the war There was a man who owned a store In nineteen hundred thirty four In Dusseldorf And every night at five o nine He'd cross the
There's a place for us Somewhere a place for us Peace and quiet and open air Wait for us somewhere There's a time for us Some day a time for us Time
just before he reached my cell Let my guitar playing friend do my request Let him sing me back home with a song I used to hear Make my old memories come
sit in my chair And filled with despair There's no one could be so sad With gloom everywhere, I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad In my solitude
Ooh, la la la la Ooh, la la la la I did you wrong, my heart went out to play But in the game I lost you, what a price to pay I'm cryin' [Incomprehensible
feel alive? Can you feel alive? Do you feel alive? Can you feel alive? Try so hard just to speak to you Nothing ever seems to come through Circumstances
And under the boughs unbowed All holding a snowy shroud She had no heart, so hardened All under the boughs unbowed Each feather, it fell from skin 'Til
Few more miles to go, miles to freedom A few more miles to go, miles to freedom A few more miles to go, few miles to freedom Few more miles to go, miles
The sun was red and the fires were roarin' Stars aligned and our webs were spun I could've sworn I heard my spirit soarin' Guess, I'm always chasin' the
Our chemical devotions of the night Bring endless labyrinths of vines to light Your silent spell won?t bring you home tonight You couldn?t open up
my chair, I'm filled with despair There's no one that could be so sad With gloom ev'rywhere, I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad In my solitude
And under the boughs unbowed All clothed in a snowy shroud She had no heart so hardened All under the boughs unbowed Each feather, it fell from skin
