In the silence of the garden
Moths arising on the wind
And
and 6 am in morningside
the first car rushes by
we walk
Drag yourself along to the sweetest Sunday song
Then you smile
It's
41 & 20
55
I've got so much hate in
Goodnight my angel of the dark
Moonlight rising on the park
I've
When I'm riding home at night, I get in so
cancel the car
to number ten
such a thick fog rolling in
I
Nights
tenderly drift
losing my grip
losing the 5th or
Mrs Jones and I were dreaming of the moon
On
Cross the lonely parade
Your face turned away
From the people who
when you sleep you lose your face
the gardenhead he knows
Bats from the eaves go shivering by
Scarecrows watch the verges
April in my mind, but I can't sleep
So I take
Nightingales all summer long beside me in my mind
One
Let’s go out and find a place that no one
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