I know the night has fallen and the sun's sailed out to sea I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary And with one foot on the seashore
which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama. He
Don't you realize the danger? What do you think you are, some kind of angel?' I considered for a minute, realized he spoke the truth. For the barbells on
(Brooker / Reid) Skip softly, my moonbeams, avoid being seen Pretend that perhaps you are part of a dream which (seen by some other such person as me
old Buddhas carved in gold And though it seems they smile with glee I know in truth they envy me and watch as my befuddled brain shines on brightly quite
and laughter, strange but true Although they die, they seldom cry An ode by any other name I know might read more sweet Perhaps the sun will never shine
(Brooker / Reid) You know I caught a glimpse, thought I understood but I left it all far behind Now if I'd known then what I know now do you think I