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1995 |
1. | Voices |
2. | Echoes |
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4. | P.S. |
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6. | Prelude (Instrumental) |
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8. | Messages |
9. | Dream In An Open Place |
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Come to me
While I'm sleeping,
So their wagging tongues
Might not find you, my love!
All the while
they lie down,
our lighter souls fuse,
fly and dive, my love.
So, stamp this night so strong,
that I will remember
and have it ever after!
Come to me
while I'm sleeping,
so their wagging tongues
might not find you, my love!
Come to me
in my dreaming,
so their wagging tongues
might not find you, my love!
'Round the corner,
back of hands,
they'll still be talking
whether or not we'd ever,
whether we'd ever, my love."
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Don't come after
Don't come after
Don't come after
Come
Come
Come
Come
Don't come after
Don't come after
Please don't follow me along
When you read this I'll be gone
Ask the mountains
Springs and fountains
Why couldn't this go on?
Couldn't our happiness go on?
Ask the sun that lightens up the sky
When the night gives in, to tell you why
Ask the mountains
Wild woods, highlands
Ask the green in the woods and the trees
The cold breeze coming in from the sea
Springs and fountains
Ask the mountains
Springs and fountains
Ask the mountains
Springs and fountains
Ask the mountains
Springs and fountains
Ask the mountains
Ask the sun that lightens up the sky
When the night gives in, to tell you why
Tell the mountains
Springs and fountains
Why couldn't this go on?
Couldn't our happiness go on?
Why couldn't this go on?
Couldn't our happiness go on?
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Losing sleep
In a waking dream
A recurring face I see
Comes to pass my way
Still, my heart,
Will you please be still, my heart
In this world of change
You keep turning me round again
(interlude)
In my mind
Could it be that I'm just a fool for love
Is blind to danger
Is this faith,
Then why should i
Hesitate when love would dance with a stranger?
(interlude)
Shout it loud from the rooftop high
Let it burn inside,
And try only to fade and die
If I knew all there was to learn,
Every twist and turn,
Why do I still try
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