[ Featuring the Broken Strings ]
Here it is a piece of string
Mark it well and keep it clean
Walk me down the boulevard
Stray cats are singing
In the yard
They sing for you
They sing for me
And they make me wonder
How pleasant life could be
Colored moon against the day
I want to row you around the bay
The floorboards croak
The floorboards fuss
I as I watch the stars spin quietly under us
In my dreams you are arched over me
In my dreams you are arched over me
In my dreams you are arched over me
Silhouette in Tibet
Could that be you
Could that be you
I hear a sound mighty strange
It surrounds my room
My dreams drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
