All the fur and fin will lose again. Cause our better is their worst reckonin'. And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed. And how will we replace that symphony?. . I've got the b
The lady she had a silver tongue. For to sing she said,. And maybe that's all. Wait for the dawn and we will have that song. When it ends it will seem. That we hear silence fall. . The lady she
I open my hands up to see what I've got. My days slip like coins into a slot they are gone. And the shadows lie long. I've been banking on a broken machine, left unattended like most of my dreams.