alone So my life must go on living my heart must keep on beating true somehow I'll let go when you leave me then I'll follow you on up to our cloud [ piano
I'm gonna cry Did you ever see the night so long When time goes crawlin' by? That old moon it just went behind the cloud To hide it's face, hey and
because the moon is bright and no sign he's watching us tonight Let me hold your hand may be love you just a little The moon just went behind a cloud
long Have they laughed too much Do their dry voices crack Talking of things gone by Have they cried too much A tear or two still always seems to cloud
Alice, where's your hair? She said; look in the sharp of a well-worn butterfly knife Alice, where's your teeth? She said, look at the piano. They?re
And have they laughed too much, do their dry voices crack Talking of times gone by And have they cried too much, a tear or two Still always seems to cloud
I've been living a new way of life that I love so But I can see the clouds are gathering and the storm will wreck our home For last night she hugged you
love to you [ piano ] You're more to me than all the words and music To all the songs the world will ever sing And with you to walk beside me no clouds
eyes The smell of the wax on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coats An upright piano
fly a-way up above the cloud Uncle Sam is gonna give me a Thunderbolt, yeah He wants me to fly a-way up above the cloud He wants to drop a bomb on the
Red Script 7:18 7. Antofagasta 3:13 Sadness: Gradel : All Percussion Andy : Bass Effects & German Voice Chiva : Guitars & Piano
on the telephone I need my love to translate I play the piano no more running honey This time to the sky I'll sing if clouds don't hear me To the sun
(with Elton John) [instrumental for the first 0:19 of this song] {*thunderstorm with rain fall in the background*} {*piano plays softly leading up to
Dans tout le raffut des musiques Des pianos mecaniques, Des maneges electriques, Un jour, a la fete de Saint-Cloud, Dans un tir, je vois un grand type
fang zhu zai shi jie de ling yi bian ren ji mok zhan ju yi ye yi ye tian kong chang zhe shen shen de si nian wo men tian kong he shi cai neng cheng yi pian
my ashes fade among the things unseen And a dream plays in reverse on piano keys And my ashes drop upon a park in Wales Never-ending clouds of rain,
cloud Read up in your magazine just to see what were about Peep into the case, see me, ask Why that black ass nigga flow over the piano Droppin it good
by a long time ago heard you inside playing piano i sat down on the front step and listened through the window under all the rolling clouds the blue