`now hear the sailors, smell the sea and feel the sky..let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic`. |
Here sitting in a cafe
catch spark across the way
A string of tiny painted bells
Seem to have a tale to tell
( raindrops silhouette the lights)
On someone that I once knew well
Is all that's left
The rest's not true
I smile I see it's really you
The rain will go
you have too
Not to let the moment pass
it got too hard to do
it's always been this way
. . .it's always been this way
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