: Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
: The song was written by folk singer and composer Mimi Farina (Joan Baez sister) and dedicated to Janis Joplin. The lyrics may differ a little from
: These are the days you'll remember. Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this. And as you feel it, you'll know
: Out through the foggy window there just to see the eyes of my future children looking back at me back through the foggy window on and on miles pass
: Waking on a train dreaming, charmed alone they started speaking. Captured in his artist way before the memories fade away. To remember a face,
: The sky was falling, heaven was calling. When danger crashes, rose from the ashes. Like two statues hidden inside ancient rock, We were praying
: On bended knee I've looked through every window then. Touched the bottom, the night a sleepless day instead; A day when love came, came easy like
: An August day in the hills of Spain, a pair of children emerged from a cave. The strangest sight there alone they stood, with skin of green and words
: I'd like to know what makes you stay while your eyes still search for escape. You think that I don't feel the cold (babe), but I wait while confessions
: I saw a big star running from me, a world from a record on my bed. Turn the tables on me, what would happen if I fell to the tune of a dreamer, to
: Well they left then in the morning, a hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together in the colors of the morning I looked to the clouds in
: She walks alone on the brick lane, the breeze is blowing. A year had changed her forever, just like her gray home. He used to live so close here
: Take me now baby here as I am Pull me close, try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed Come
: I could feel at the time There was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the night Who can say where they?re blowing As free as the wind And hopefully
: Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads. Pass the lone church spire. Pass the talking wire from where to who knows?
: Something was pulling me without knowing what was leading me on: your shining light. In my darkest hour the only way to bring the dawn was your
: It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time
: To think of my task is chilling. To know I was carefully building the mask I was wearing for two years, swearing I'd tear it off. I've sat in the