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, only you, you know.
Years ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly
Gone you know, held to another like clutched ivy
On the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence
Only you, only you, you know.
You hesitate so my memory fade, I'll hold to the first one.
I wouldn't turn to another you say, on the long night we've made
Let it go.
Only you, only you, you know.
Only you, only you, you know.
You hesitate so my memory fade, I'll hold to the first one.
I wouldn't turn to another you say, on the long night we've made
Let it go.
Speak to me slow my dear,
No ghost of course in here,
Pleased to be lonesome quiet and clear,
All is alone in here.
What I hear:
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, only you, you know.
Years ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly Gone you know, held to another like clutched ivy On the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence Only you, only you, you know.
You hesitate so my memory fade, I'll hold to the first one. I wouldn't turn to another you say, on the long night we've made Let it go.
Only you, only you, you know. Only you, only you, you know.
You hesitate so my memory fade, I'll hold to the first one. I wouldn't turn to another you say, on the long night we've made Let it go.
Speak to me slow my dear, No ghost of course in here, Pleased to be lonesome quiet and clear, All is alone in here.