From the album sutras



Walking, talking along a lonely shore

With your hair blowing soft on the breeze

I do dream you into my life

Gift me your love if you please

Please don't bend my heart

Made of glass

I can't promise to be here for you

Please don't bend my heart

She said to me

I can't promise to be here, be here, be here for you

Oh what a night the moon shining bright

Your kisses are sweeter than wine

Music floats on the breeze from the town

I lead you holding your hand in mine

Now you're trembling beneath my lips

Soon I'll be gone to the south

We say nothing, we two just know

No words of woe from our mouths