[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
[From the album Private Parts And Pieces II: Back To
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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