Crown of leaves, high in the window on a cold morning Young today, old as a railroad tomorrow Days are just drops in the river to be lost always Only
You left me there Waiting at the bottom of the stairs with my eyes closed Holding my right hand in my left there is no time for hesitation now you come
I lead in the spring What a life I lead in the winded breeze What a life I lead in the spring What a life I lead when the sun breaks free As a giant
Go with your two feet bare Down through the cold lane there, to Brighton. A country house, a liar and a louse live there. Go with your arms held wide
of dust on us Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up. And you will go to Mykonos With a vision of a gentle coast And a sun to
