They can still remember Life During Wartime, but the truth is Memories Can't Wait. But Flowers anymore. City of Dreams, what a joke. Sing me that Naive Melody again. I Want To Live.
Some people say that's a Road To Nowhere, a real Swamp.
Of course, I'm still For Artists Only. It's a simple matter of Mind over Paper. If I ever have to Pull Up The Roots again, I'm Burning Down The House. You could say I'm Not In Love, but Thanks For Sending Me An Angel just in case. . . .