Teksty:
Al Stewart

Said the apple to the orange I wanted you to come Close to me and kiss me to the core Then you might know me Like no other orange Has ever done before

One day you fell Down from the sky You oversaw things Forgot how to fly You're an angry bird Walking in circles all alone Angry bird Now you don't belong

The subway station's closed again Sleeps beneath its veil of rain My footprints broken trail behind Steals the night lights from my mind The dark deserted

One, two, three That's how elementary it's gonna be Just fine and dandy It's easy Like taking candy from a baby Primitive country Rich in minerals, you

Shots split the night, the bullet lodged in his brain He must have died instantly, he felt no pain A crowd quickly gathered to the feast of the gun Waiting

You told the man in the Broadway Hotel Nothing was stranger than being yourself And he replied, with a tear in his eye "Love was a roll away, just a

And in the evening when the day goes down She leaves the bright house lights Stands and watches with her coat pulled around As torches light the western

Constancy dwells in realms of perfection I hear the call Life is free and love is all Cleave to me Harmony holds forth pleasures abounding And love is

His flying jacket still has her perfume Memories of the night Play across his mind High above the fields of France A single biplane in a clear blue sky