You!
When my ups are downWhen my downs are up
I want you
Feeling inside out
And from the outside in
I want you
On the silver screen
In a magazine
I see you
Through the telephone
Or a megaphone
I want you
Assuring, confusing
I see you
In saintly reverence
Or wicked decadence
I want you
When the days just yawn
When the nights are long
I want you
In a coo-coo tone
Then I shout it home
I want you
Losowe piosenki:
In September
Wait for the Sun
Che Sará
Plea of the Aged
06 Air for Alto: but Who May Abide the Day of His Coming