don't have anything Since I don't have you I don't have fond desires And I don't have happy hours I don't have anything Since I don't have you I don
float by just counting their toes Wonderful baby I'll watch while you grow If I knew the future you'd be first to know But I don't know nothin' of what
Your cheatin' heart will make you weep You'll try and try and try to sleep But sleep won't come the whole night through Your cheatin' heart will tell
No one can take your place with me And time has proven that I'm right There's no place I'd rather be Than at your place for the night No time can pass
way with music, baby Got a good way with words I see your face and when you walk my way The violins always start to play And when you talk, I don't
A long long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And
And I love you so The people ask me how How I've lived till now I tell them I don't know I guess they understand How lonely life has been
me, now you don't: watch me dive below Deep down in your love lake where the sweet fish come and go And I might sink and I might drown but death don'
clowns aren't happy And everyone knows that the people don't care I wish I could laugh at the way that they're acting But I'm so sick, I just don't dare
Flight of dragons soar in the purple light In the sky or in my mind Flight of dragons sail past reality Leave illusion behind Is it the past I see When
You took me up to Heaven When you took me in your arms I was dazzled by your beauty Blinded by your charms I was lost in a fool?s paradise Good and lost
I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright Beams of blue come flickering through
By the waters, the waters of Babylon We lay down and wept, and wept, for thee Zion We remember thee, remember thee, remember thee Zion (repeated numerous
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight With people here working by day and by night They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat But there's gangs
One, two, three, four! Fortune has me well in hand, armies wait at my command My gold lies in a foreign land buried deep beneath the sand The angels
land where numbers live like men Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage, where madmen don
Chorus I don't want to be like old George Reeves Stuck in a Superman role. I've got a long way to go in my career And some day my fame will make it clear
Every thread of creation is held in position by still other strands of things living. In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline of smouldering cities