You're a late child. You're a love child. It's enough, child. That you're so appealing. You're appealing, you're appealing. To a need that we all have been feeling. You don't fit where you've be
Blue pastures fade away. Green rivers in silver light. I'm walking to the sound of distant bells. So peaceful I don't know who I am. And just when I think its clear. It turns all grey again. And