Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
Meet me down by the railway station
Loving you isn't the right thing to do
Could you ever need me, and would you know how?
Listen to the wind on the water
It's not home, and it's not Tara
So I'm back to the velvet underground
New York, open your eyes to me
All the saints and sinners, they pay handsomely
When the sun goes down and the moon shines bright
Dim and wavering on a wind-blown night
You can take me to paradise, then again, you can be cold as ice
Sliding down the karma slide
Step into the velvet of the morning
Sanity, we long to see you
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Life passes before me like an unknown circumstance
Last edited by PenguinHead; 06-24-2013 at 11:15 AM..
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