So goodnight my dear | |
Hope youe feeling well | |
Hope youre feeling very clear | |
In this song and rhyme | |
Thoughts of changes that | |
Keep ourselves intact | |
And yes | |
It hard to fake but I faltering | |
In the steps I about to take | |
I am sure it true | |
What is all for me is much the same to you | |
If all the statues in the world | |
Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl | |
Would they be kind enough to comfort me | |
The setting sun is set in stone | |
And it remains for me alone | |
To carve my own and set it free | |
So we wait and see | |
How this backward chapter reads | |
In verse inadvertently | |
And it feels like fading light | |
But that all that left | |
Only what left is right | |
If all the statues in the world | |
Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl | |
Would they be kind enough to comfort me | |
The setting sun is set in stone | |
And it remains for me alone | |
To carve my own and set it free | |
Jumping from a balloon | |
A carried aloft by a parachute in June | |
Twisting round and round | |
Well I hope the ground is what you find | |
The setting sun is set in stone | |
And it remains for me alone | |
To carve my own and set it free |
So goodnight my dear | |
Hope you e feeling well | |
Hope your e feeling very clear | |
In this song and rhyme | |
Thoughts of changes that | |
Keep ourselves intact | |
And yes | |
It hard to fake but I faltering | |
In the steps I about to take | |
I am sure it true | |
What is all for me is much the same to you | |
If all the statues in the world | |
Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl | |
Would they be kind enough to comfort me | |
The setting sun is set in stone | |
And it remains for me alone | |
To carve my own and set it free | |
So we wait and see | |
How this backward chapter reads | |
In verse inadvertently | |
And it feels like fading light | |
But that all that left | |
Only what left is right | |
If all the statues in the world | |
Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl | |
Would they be kind enough to comfort me | |
The setting sun is set in stone | |
And it remains for me alone | |
To carve my own and set it free | |
Jumping from a balloon | |
A carried aloft by a parachute in June | |
Twisting round and round | |
Well I hope the ground is what you find | |
The setting sun is set in stone | |
And it remains for me alone | |
To carve my own and set it free |
So goodnight my dear | |
Hope you e feeling well | |
Hope your e feeling very clear | |
In this song and rhyme | |
Thoughts of changes that | |
Keep ourselves intact | |
And yes | |
It hard to fake but I faltering | |
In the steps I about to take | |
I am sure it true | |
What is all for me is much the same to you | |
If all the statues in the world | |
Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl | |
Would they be kind enough to comfort me | |
The setting sun is set in stone | |
And it remains for me alone | |
To carve my own and set it free | |
So we wait and see | |
How this backward chapter reads | |
In verse inadvertently | |
And it feels like fading light | |
But that all that left | |
Only what left is right | |
If all the statues in the world | |
Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl | |
Would they be kind enough to comfort me | |
The setting sun is set in stone | |
And it remains for me alone | |
To carve my own and set it free | |
Jumping from a balloon | |
A carried aloft by a parachute in June | |
Twisting round and round | |
Well I hope the ground is what you find | |
The setting sun is set in stone | |
And it remains for me alone | |
To carve my own and set it free |