(Squire) Loneliness is a pow'r that we possess to give or take away forever. All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the fact there shown before
Sing me yours, I'll sing you mine Sing with me now what's a boy to do? What's a boy to do? Sing along for yesterday Sing along my soul today Sing along
[The Farm Hand's Ghost:] "My kin and I had laboured hard to reap the yearly harvest. Lain weary on our gathered sheaves we cracked a vat of ale. Poured
(Agnetha FA¤ltskog / BjA¶rn Ulvaeus) Changing, moving, in a circle I can see your face in all of my dreams. Smiling, laughing, from the shadows When
Changing, moving, in a circle I can see your face in all of my dreams Smiling, laughing, from the shadows When I hear your voice, I know what it means
you're sitting there you're disillusioned and you're hoping i'll get to you in the end how can i? your disillusion makes you find a broken heart and
Look at you now, you're disenchanted Can't believe how things can change And take a little out of life and things get strange And now you find the wishes
Disillusioned man, where do you stand? Where is your soul, do you know? Out of control What can I say to you? What can I prove? You and I can break the
i know you're tired of tryin' beat right down to the ground. oh, you see the day is comin', one of us will let you down. you camouflage the way your eyes
Seems you created your own illusion Fueled by an image of me Well I couldn't stay at your side It wouldn't be right A picture that I just don't see Why
In awkward times at awkward places ... Rogues in glitter robes, with fierce grimaces Sneak around me glowering. I should be running away But I keep standing
Half way through the wheat, my golden foe With his itching ears in the scorching heat. The weight of summer, torment to my hands Armed with a sickle I
Back at last from yearning slumber when the nightly drama came to a close Hoping that fall will never come Salute the morning sun Inviting us to idleness
Deep it must have been The thorn that spread a veil of constancy Times in stalemate, times of certitude Again and again this wound It's these moments
Nothing is. Nothing is free. Nothing is free from boundaries. The grand hatch has been spoiled Fed and spoiled with binaries. In eternal duality From
Dismal grin onto still born lust like a whisper in a thousand other's rut slow and underestimated, dismissed touch the ferocious disgust pilfers the frail
Your desk, your seat, You dedicate all to your greed It feeds your hand Your eyes will starve In noman's land You learn, your work, you'll break, Now
Free seem the clouds Free from restrain How they roam through my mind How they roam through my mind, Through the years Their shadow laid upon me Swallowed