She said "Don't you think we're going downhill? And I would hate it to be run-of-the mill "Oh love me or leave me but please don't deceive me For if you do, I'll know, believe me I want you to know I
Al Stewart - Candidate Inside the lonely building Sits the candidate His speech is typed and ready The hundred-dollar plates Sit on deserted tables Beneath fluorescent light But no one comes to hear
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like
The subway station's closed again Sleeps beneath its veil of rain My footprints broken trail behind Steals the nightlights from my mind The dark deserted streets then clear Today has lived and died in
It was late in december, the sky turned to snow all round the day was going down slow night like a river beginning to flow i felt the beat of my mind go drifting into time passages years go falling in
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