The mist of time is still concealing
The vision that I
Oh, I cannot tell you to make up your mind
And
Thirty days have September
In a jailhouse I remember
Well, I got
Can I tell you something?
I got to tell you one
Every day she gets a little weaker
The beauty she once
Two began together, lived as one
Each one to the other
When I'm needin' a friend, I can talk to the
Dark and silent brooding, stillness falls
Sounds caress the waiting empty