So sad I lost my memory The shape of things to come Circus heart stops inside me Theres just no time.
Halcyon days
Pine the roadways
Got to let you know
And I walk the way the wind blows
Softly in clouds of envy I see those eyes Fireflies in time Dont ask for anything more There seem no room in my life Dont ask for anything more Dont know why Talk to me Drag my memory Across a seashore of sin
Yes I care Im trying to say it
Im getting tired, so look
Ill never
Ill never
Whenever
Hold your hand, hold the light
Indian took another butterfly
Anything cloud nor dirt Funny bird Burning words Travelling Dreams for me In time. Heads down Words from an indian Words tinny in tone