There must be somewhere Above. Before. So by cold night Of heavy snow I sold my red horse for a fancy home To vanish on about Soon it's slow To fit it all To fit it in the doldrums So the story goes Corner of the road Filming it's a story called Life My mouth could not Bomb the pond In my aubergines My orders were wrong Every interim Should love a song All at once Blushing from the sun come So the story goes Bad as we won't know We will see when it gets warm Love Thanks for watching!
