Here's to us one more toast and then we'll pay the bill
Deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill
Birds of passage, you and me
We fly instinctively
When the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun
Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done
It's been there in my dreams the scene i see unfold
Who at last flesh and blood to cherish
(
Read more... )