And The Birds Still Sing Outside these Windows Where We Sat Together like Nothing Ever Happened Here the White House On The Hill Black Clouds Of Weather
and The Church Spire Over The River she Still Sits There Warm In The Evening Glow but You Don't Care About These Scenes I Treasure about These West Winds. I Know. I Know
seems Everything Around Here stays Like Stone seems It's About Time Darling we Let All This Go
everything Must Start Again Anew everything Just Goes That Way My Friend every King Knows It To Be True that Every Kingdom Must One Day Come To An End
and The Sun, She May Be Long Gone lost To These Memories We Found but She'll Be Here When It's All Done when Our Bodies Are Lain Beneath The Ground
seems That Everything That Goes Around comes Around Here seems That Everything That Stays somehow Gets Me Down Again