...you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind

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

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

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 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.

If you would and you could brighten my northern sky.