Now the wind is still
In a moment it will be raging
Now my soul is young
In a moment it will be aging.
And high above the pines
I wrote several lines
And left them in a bottle
For you to find.
Now the dream is rising
In a moment it will be past
This breath is my first
It will all too soon be my last.
And on a windy coast
I made several toasts
To you and me and the sea
And no one heard.
Now the wind is still
In a moment it will be raging
Now my soul is young
In a moment it will be aging.
And high above the pines
I wrote several lines
And left them in a bottle
For you to find.
1 | Longer |
2 | Same Old Lang Syne |
3 | Run For The Roses |
4 | Heart Hotels |
5 | Go Down Easy |
6 | Missing You |
7 | Make Love Stay |
8 | Seeing You Again |
9 | Our Last Farewell |
10 | The Language Of Love |