from me To your hands Fairytales rise in the winter Autumn feels very strange And the way to your room Is so nice So extreme in your wednesday bedroom Not awakened
of the group after lunch what a strange and motley bunch what a strange and motley bunch Come Sunday morning, I'm feeling bad enjoyed the dancing
them near for where they will lead she will follow for here in this city of lights this evening awakens the dreams that it might the winter it conjures
