Bottled up inside me
Are the words I never said...
My terms are clear, there is no mystery: I'll take...
his clothes are those of conjuring folk...
How do you feel?
When you feel me near...
My knees start to shake,
When your in sight...
My terms are clear, there is no mystery: I'll take...
his clothes are those of conjuring folk...
Bottled up inside me
Are the words I never said...
What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal. |
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. |
Don't take anyone for granted because you never know when you might lose them. |