Did you see your friend crying from his eyes today?
Did
Someone is waiting, lurking in the trees
The spirit of her
Hello, Mr. Radio, you friendly station,
So glad of your company,
Who thanked the Lord for the clothes
that she wore and
Queen of the hours lies waiting for the wind to
My Lord King,
You stoop to betray your own people,
And even
Whisper in the night
Over silent evening air
Angel's gown shines white
All