I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, [] there's something uncanny about it.
Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.
If you would and you could brighten my northern sky.
I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.
...you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind
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.