She checks her watch it's just past four She's walking into the liquor store She's inside out and quick to dream With empty pockets she can barely breathe
march further away Singing our songs of yesterday While so much still stands in our way Voices with nothing to say There won't be another day No changing of the seasons
There's gonna be a change of season Indian summer look around and it's gone Why you wanna save the best for last We grow up so slowly and grow old so
, I'll be gone till November I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November January, February, March, April, May I see you
Shades. Four shades.. Four seasons.. Six-Fours.. More reasons.. More money.. Whore season. Are you listenin mah? Your cheesin. We at the Staples on the floor, whole season
Hello There goes the gal in the pretty skirt With the golden smile that made you feel new Like when the marching band strolls the street You know another
the new pyramids, down in old Manhattan From the roof of a friend's, I watched an empire ending Heard it loud and long, the river's Om Time marching
[ Music:Alessandro Muscio - Words:Stefano Droetto/Alessandro Muscio ] Burning skies, Angels of hell are marching through the stars Showing me weak
league I cover four corners of the earth Through the tropics of the globe Concentrate seven seas my dark room keeps me exposed I'm marching like
Every time I hear that march from Lohengrin I am always on the outside lookin' in Maybe, that is why I see the funny side When I see somebody's brother
in the column to human destiny I think, I'm well within the mark when I say That all of the armies that ever marched All of the navies that ever sailed the seas
from at rest to present are sitting high Among the elect on march the saints March March March March We have been through change, by the season of
madness standing so tall Marches of protest not stopping the war Or the killer of giants, the killer of giants Mother nature people state your case without it's worth Your seas
Caught in the locked groove of this long season These hours motions circle, still repeating The beat moves on itself The beat moves on itself Everyday
? Shinjiru Maho wo shinjiru? Shinjiru Kami-sama wo shinjiru? Shinjiru Strange Strange ----------------------------------- Strange What is your name? Nomiya maki Birthday? The twelfth of march
The essence is invisible to the scientific mind it's impossible. Like the secret of the seed that grows into a tree the starry galaxies remain a mystery. Oceans and the seas
In February it will be My snowman's anniversary With cake for him and soup for me Happy once, happy twice Happy chicken soup with rice In March the wind
