WILKINSON, Meu Billy, pode ser que não se lembre

jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandPretty eyed,

kids, shake it loose togetherThe spotlight's hitting somethingBeen known

a calm surrender to the rush of dayWhen the

de "Esta Noche Es Para esta en calmaEl

am the elder Utah SmithI've got two wings to

for the scapegoat leaving Reading JailRheumy eyes just pierced

could never know what it's likeYour blood like a winter

your black icy stareOnce cut down, my friendOh, your

you're looking for the gloryYou think that you might

up in the morning with a head like, "What

is a many splendored thingLove lifts us up where we

it's carnival nightAnd they're stringing the lights around youHanging

bet on our lives and we bet on the

days I think it's all a dreamThe things I've

guess you're okayYou seem to feel better these daysI've known

was a timeI was everythin' and nothin' all in

you, you're a child in my headYou haven't walked

London morningWet London streetsRain on the windowWind in the

a tear has to fallBut it's all in the