The curtains were made for moving. 'Cause you know sometimes you are not always there. You don't need it now, your head's shaped like a cow. Till all is here, the world's just a sphere. No bigger
Hey you, you're a child in my head. You haven't walked yet. Your first words have yet to be said. But I swear you'll be blessed I know you're still just a dream. your eyes might be green. Or the
See the sunlight through the pine. Taste the warm of winter wine. Dream of softly falling snow. Winter snow Aspenglow As the winter days unfold. Hearts grow warmer with the cold. Peace of mind is
Deep inside. My soul fights a war. I can't explain. I can't cross over any more. All I see are dirty faces. Rain and wire. And common sense in pieces. But I try to see through Irish eyes, Belfa