AS THE WIND BLOWS
Solitude what a lame excuse
you forget...as the wind blows
Do not cry over same old news
do not tell what the skin knows
So you fade away, like a summer day
Knell no one cares but the bells
in my hands empty shells
all those days.....gone in vain
solitude solitude...my friend
Lay me down by the summer breeze where young girls find new lovers
wash my face with a white chemise leave your coat as a cover
knell no one cares but the bells
in my hands empty shells
all those days, gone in vain,
solitude solitude....my friend
