Sonata, my sonata I hear your haunting theme And I begin to dream You linger, my sonata In every reverie You bring your love to me Please, play on Make
[Instrumental]
by Scatterbrain from the recording titled 'Here Comes Trouble' (instrumental) ----------------------------------------
Hiding mystery in my head I avoid the arms that with pleasure Would welcome my surrender I can't even trust my eyes The path I walked is paved with
this song is an instromental
This song is instrumental.
As she waits by the phone She's more than hurt She's all alone With no one to talk to She's always all by herself She doesn't understand She's crushed
carl black (drums) Arthur tripp (drums) Fz: While the well disciplined ian underwood plays selected fragments from mozarts piano sonata in b-flat and
Instrumental
I lost my voice in the fire I burned my eyes Staring at your eclipse I was just a child My father's favorite My father's favorite Such delicate arms
wake, my darling, you'll be there. But when I awaken, you're gone, it seems. Like my sonata, you are only in my dreams. (Instrumental interlude) My dream sonata
It truly makes the most beautiful music Everything it has to give It's everywhere hiding the listener Without it I could not live ...Silence
All those lies suit you. They are custom made to drive you out of reality. Lies are true for you. You know, what you do is reaching a point of insanity
It is your new best friend, new eye in your private den And you can find the world inside it every day They know what you did today, hear everything you
In love with the maiden, the flower of winter Lowbrow children in grove of the inland How many times heart's gone through the grinder Wherever you look
Your pretty face seduced me, Blinded me from how you used me I walked the long way home, only to get hurt by you again The longest glance, oh, What illusions
