Из альбома: Two Bicycles

There will be no songs sung
By the chimneys or the trees tonight
While we're sleeping beside of windows


Come morning clouds
Descend into city streets
Avenues disappear forever

You felt a little bit alone
When you were in my arms
But in your eyes, silhouettes

A flower's fault
Flowers fall

But I'll be there in my astronomer's jacket
At your snare drum's birthday party
Conducting the musicians

Oh, I'm playing an organ
And violin arrangements
I've written for the occasion

And you felt a little bit alone
When you were in New York
But in your eyes, silhouettes

A flower's fault
Flowers fall

So snowflakes will find us laughing
At our home, it's in October
Up on sleepy islands

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