And now I'm all alone again
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home without a friend
Without a face to say hello to.
And now the night is near, now I can make
Believe he's here.
Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping.
I think of him and then I'm happy
With the company I'm keeping.
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head.
On my own
Pretending He's beside me.
All alone I walk with him till morning.
Without him I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me.
In the rain the pavement shines like silver.
All the lights are misty in the river.
In the darkness the trees are full of starlight,
And all I see is him and me for ever and forever.
And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to him.
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say there's a way for us.
I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone, the river's just a river.
Without him the world around me changes.
The trees are bare and everywere the streets
Are full of strangers.
I love him
But everyday I'm learning
All my life I've only been pretending.
Without me his world will go on turning
A world that's full of happiness that I have
Never known.
I love him, I love him,
I love him, but only on my own.
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start.
When tomorrow comes!
There’s a grief than can’t be spoken.
There’s a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables,
Now my friends are dead and gone.
Here they talked of revolution;
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about tomorrow;
And tomorrow never came.
From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn.
And they rose with voices ringing
and I can here them now.
The very words that they had spoken
became their last communion
at a lonely barricade
at dawn.
Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me
but I live and you are gone.
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken;
There’s a pain goes on and on.
Phantom faces at the window,
Phantom shadows on the floor,
Empty chairs and empty tables,
Where my friends will meet no more.
Oh, my friends, my friends, don’t ask me
what your sacrifice was for.
Empty chairs and empty tables
where my friends will sing no more.
There was a time when men were kind
and their voices were soft and their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind
and love was a song
and the song was exciting.
There was a time and it all went wrong.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
when hope was high and life’s worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die;
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid
and dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
no song unsung, no wide eyed traces.
But the time has come and died
with the voice as soft as thunder
as they tear your world apart
as they turn your dream to shame.
He slept a summer by my side.
He filled my days with endless wonder.
He took my childhood in his stride,
but he was gone when autumn came.
And still I dream he’ll come to me
that we will live the years together.
But there are dreams that cannot be...
and there are songs we cannot weather.
I had a dream my life would be
so different from this hell I’m living.
So different now from what it seemed;
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
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Love changes everything --
hands and faces, earth and sky.
Love changes everything;
how you live and how you die.
Love can make the summer fly
or make night seem like a lifetime.
Yes, love changes everything
now I tremble at your name.
Nothing in the world will ever be the same.
Love changes everything.
Days are longer, words mean more.
Love changes everything;
Pain is deeper than before.
Love will turn your world around
and that world will last forever.
Love changes everything,
brings you glory; brings you shame
Nothing in the world will ever be the same.
Off into the world we go;
planning futures, shaping years.
Love bursts in and suddenly
all our wisdom disappears.
Love makes fools of everyone;
all the rules we make are broken.
Yes, love changes everyone.
Live or perish in its flame.
Love will never never let you be the same.
. . . . Love will never never let you be the same.
