A fool says love is like a melody
Or something like
When eyes meet in silence, a pact can be made
A
They say that love often passes in a second
And you
Yes Yes Yes, is what it is,
and what it is
After the fire, the fire still burns
The heart grows older
Baba was unveiled as to his divine consciousness and function
Hard to hear, somebody calling,
doesn't matter who they are,
doesn't matter
It takes a fool to phone a fool
When they both
You can wake deep in the night
And know that out
And I moved
As I saw him looking
In through my window
His
I can go anyway Way I choose
I can live anyhow
She said I'll see you in the morning, darling
I see
Do I really understand?
Do I really understand?
Ask yourself, ask yourself,
Oh Baba, some day I'll write you a love song,
but
Music and vibrations are the basis of everything
They pervade everything,
» More on Pete Townshend