And when I see your sunlit eyes it turns my laughter
into stone
I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone
Summer's waxing in the air the meadows stretch
and onwards to st James square
Oh my mind's astray
I dream of you each fevered night the stars are cold
and singing in an august sky
that breaks into the day
Are you really in the lonely evening light
That falls in shadows to the ground
And when I wake enchanted and alone
I don't know where to turn my eyes
Summer's waxing in the air the meadows stretch
and onwards to St James square
Oh my mind's astray
An afternoon on Saturday before the stars
can shine upon the streets of grey
And you and I go home
And when I see your sunlit eyes it turns my laughter
into stone
I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone
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And when I see your sunlit eyes it turns my laughter
into stone
I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone
Summer's waxing in the air the meadows stretch
and onwards to st James square
Oh my mind's astray
I dream of you each fevered night the stars are cold
and singing in an august sky
that breaks into the day
Are you really in the lonely evening light
That falls in shadows to the ground
And when I wake enchanted and alone
I don't know where to turn my eyes
Summer's waxing in the air the meadows stretch
and onwards to St James square
Oh my mind's astray
An afternoon on Saturday before the stars
can shine upon the streets of grey
And you and I go home
And when I see your sunlit eyes it turns my laughter
into stone
I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone
into stone
I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone
Summer's waxing in the air the meadows stretch
and onwards to st James square
Oh my mind's astray
I dream of you each fevered night the stars are cold
and singing in an august sky
that breaks into the day
Are you really in the lonely evening light
That falls in shadows to the ground
And when I wake enchanted and alone
I don't know where to turn my eyes
Summer's waxing in the air the meadows stretch
and onwards to St James square
Oh my mind's astray
An afternoon on Saturday before the stars
can shine upon the streets of grey
And you and I go home
And when I see your sunlit eyes it turns my laughter
into stone
I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone