You need them to open the seed
To see what goes on in the world
Here in my mind
Catch the wind and hold on tight
To what we’ll find
And hear what goes on in the world
Here is all you see
Everything is made for you from me
And in a time that’s closer, life will be even bolder then.
Souls will be complicated, life will be consummated then.
Hearts will be brought together
soon in our minds forever then.
As long as we see there’s only us, who can change it;
When I’m walking beside her,
people tell me I’m lucky
Yes I know I’m a lucky guy
I remember the first time
I was lonely without her
can’t stop thinking about her now
Every little thing she does
she does for me yeah
Looking around me
There’s not so much in life that I miss
Things that I can’t see
I’ll touch and I’ll feel then I’ll kiss
Then I saw you standing there
With a smile I couldn’t share
Just looking around, everywhere.
Sweet dreams can solve the future,
Sweet dreams provide the past.
Sweet things within your makeup;
These things will always last,
These things will make
Sweet dreams of conversation,
Sweet dreams of love affection.
She brings the sunshine to a rainy afternoon
She puts the sweetness in and stirs it with a spoon,
She watches for my moods and never brings me down
She puts the sweetness in all around
She knows just what to say to make me feel so good inside
And in the ruins
Caught in the noose around me,
Glasses tell lies.
Wondering when
To do it again of another
Flying to the sky,
Somewhere flying high.
Astral trav’ller,
Leaving without her,
Wond’ring where lives go;
Sparkling trees of Silver foam
cast shadows soft in winter’s home
Swaying branches breaking sound
In lonely forests trembling ground.
Masquerading leaves of blue
Run circles round the morning dew
In patterns understood by you
Could be
Who knows?
There something due any day
I will know right away
Soon as it shows
It may come cannon-ballin* down from the sky
Gleam in its eye
Bright as a rose
Who knows?
It*s only just out of reach
Down a block, on the beach
(Stephen Stills)
Look at the sad goodbyes
Everydays are killing time
Sun coming up outside
No men are born this time
Saturday*s child stays home
Nothing to say So long
Well, well, well,
Another day
Well, well, well,