Do you remember the time darlin' when everything made more sense in the world? Oh I remember, I remember... when life made more sense... Take me back, take me back, take me way back... to when life made more sense.

You come into my dreams from a whisper to a scream.

Sartre said that hell is other people, I believe that most of them are

You can call it nostalgia, I don't mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listening to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time.

That's the jazz that I like - the stuff that has a soothing effect.

Every performance is different. That's the beauty of it.

And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And magnificently we will fold into the mystic