Everyone has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels.
Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others
Dream after dream we all lie in each other's arms
I didn't want to write for pay. I wanted to be paid for what I write.
I’ve seen the nations rise and fall. I’ve heard their stories, heard them all, but love’s the only engine of survival.
I know there is an eye that watches all of us. There is a judgment that weighs everything we do. And before this great force, which is greater than any government I stand in awe and I kneel in respect and it is to this great judgment that I dedicate this next song...