, family of three, two doin' the laundry and one in the nursery. We brought a brand new baby back from Bangladesh, thought we'd name her Emily. She's beautiful. Beautiful
Truth or lie, the silence is revealing An empty sky, the hidden mound of stone But the CAT scan's eye Sees what the heart's concealing Nowadays when everything
Yeah, well getting ready Yeah, oh yeah Getting ready, yeah Getting ready From early in November to the last week of December I got money matters weighing
old songwriting cliche Loved you the first time I saw you Can't describe it any other way, any other way The light of her beauty, it was warm as a summer
Love and blessings, simple kindness Fell like rain on thirsty land Fields and gardens, long abandoned Came to life in dust and sand Lover's lips sweet
Love is eternal sacred light Free from the shackles of time Evil is darkness, sight without sight The demon that feeds on the mind How'd it all begin
I've been workin' on my rewrite, that's right I'm gonna change the ending Gon' throw away the title and toss it in the trash Every minute after midnight
A pilgrim on a pilgrimage Walked across the Brooklyn Bridge His sneakers torn in the hour When the homeless move their cardboard blankets And the new
After I died and the makeup had dried I went back to my place No moon that night but a heavenly light Shone on my face Still I thought it was odd, there
without a plot Will it have a happy ending? Maybe yeah, maybe not I tell them life is what you make of it So beautiful or so what So beautiful, so beautiful
play without a plot Will it have a happy ending? Maybe yeah, Maybe not I tell them life is what you make of it So beautiful or so what So beautiful, so beautiful
house, family of three Two doin' the laundry and one in the nursery We brought a brand new baby back from Bangladesh Thought we'd name her Emily She's beautiful. Beautiful
Tulkojums: Simon, Paul. Skaists.
the house, family of three Two doin' the laundry and one in the nursery We brought a brand new baby back from Bangladesh Thought we'd name her Emily She's beautiful. Beautiful
Truth or lie, the silence is revealing An empty sky, a hidden mound of stone But the CAT scan's eye sees what the heart's concealing Now-a-days, when
From early in November to the last week of December I got money matters weighing me down Oh the music may be merry, but it's only temporary I know Santa
