There was a girl who thought the world
Was filled with
Spirits move me, every time I'm near you
Whirling like a
I look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch
Woke up this morning with a strange sense of dread
Brewed
What good is melody, what good is music
If it ain't
Far beyond was a time of fame, a time of
I bought another dinner for one
I sit and watch some
If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little
Soho nights were my favourite
They were the nights, so full
In the cool of the evening
When everything is getting kind
All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand
We have all the time in the world
Time enough for