take me back to 1922 let echoes of the past bleed through and find before your eyes an ashen scene…
The cold wind is blowing and the streets are getting dark I'm writting you a letter and I don't know…
Oh poor Frankie's sleeping by the Seine He's lost his way and the wayward artist's name is washed with the…
She wed, Heartache and apathy in her bed All the voices in her head scream "run away We hold no…
Yes, my love, oh we, are magicians you and I And soon, you'll see, that the cloud shapes in our…