[From the CD of Invisible Men]Sunday morningThere's a cold windDown
I hear the birds come greet me in my morning,They
"All the World's a stage," A friend of mine, he
Somewhere between the shades of greyWhere the sky meets the
All alone at the stationOh, how I needed a drinkAnd
"Rest you head my love; Rest your tired limbs; Leave
Going for brokeThere's nothing around here to make me stayGoing
High, dreaming on the seventh floorI always need a little
Hear, a West Wind calling,I hear it calling my name,Snow,
Well here she comes through the treesIn her saffron robes
I. FanfareHeralds sound the fanfare at the opening of the
Where we are, it's very lonelyThere we are, oh God
Cold streets, everyone's insideThere's just me driving through the nightI
Used to lie awakeFrightened of the darkUsed to count the
What a situationI want to take you beside the seaBut
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