Yesterday, just a photograph of yesterday. And all it's edges folded and the corners faded, sepia brown. And yet it's all I have of our past love. A postscript to it's ending. . Brighter days, I
Yesterday, just a photograph of yesterday. And all it's edges folded and the corners faded, sepia brown. And yet it's all I have of our past love. A postscript to it's ending. . Brighter days, I
Love is funny or it's sad,. Or it's quiet or it's mad;. It's a good thing or it's bad,. But beautiful! Beautiful to take a chance. And if you fall, you fall,. And I'm thinking I wouldn't mind at
Some Day You'll Look In To Her Eyes. then There'll Be No Goodbyes. and Yesterday Will Have Gone. you'll Find Yourself In Another Space. 500 Miles High you'll See Just One Look And You'll Know. sh
Ah, look at all the lonely people. Ah, look at all the lonely people. Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church. Where a wedding has been lives in a dream. Waits at the window, wearing the fac