I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky.

I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.

Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.

And see she flies, and she is everywhere.

Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for?

I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, [] there's something uncanny about it.

If you would and you could brighten my northern sky.