I've heard there was a secret chord. That David played, and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do you?. It goes like this. The fourth, the fifth. The minor fall, the major
Looking back at some dead world that looks so new. Offices and fountains that they named for you. Dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom. Hari-karis spinning round the golden looms Girl you dr
Far. We've been traveling far. Without a home. But not without a star. Free. Only want to be free. We huddle close. Hang on to a dream On the boats and on the planes. They're coming to America