Not everyone in New York
Would pay to see Andrew Lloyd
Tell me all the things you would change
I don't pretend
There is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch
Can you imagine that
An itch too sensitive to scratch
The light
There's a hole in the river where my auntie lies
From
Ice will melt, water will boil
You and I can shake
My life is a house
You crawl through the window
Slip across
Don't stand around like friends at a funeral
Eyes to the
Now you're heading down to get someone
should've done what he
Love can make you weep, can make you run for
Walking 'round the room singing "Stormy Weather"
At 57 Mt. Pleasant
when you come across the sea
me like a beacon guiding