作曲 : McLennan A man stands by a window; He breathes like a bird. There's a rose by the window Sitting pretty proud and red. Clothes lie abandoned, discarded, Right across the bed. Two day old papers lie on the floor; Flaking paint sits in his hair. He wonders why he came here; He wonders why she's not there. Won't you help me To hear that sound? We'll keep together When word gets around. He feels the draw and pump; The movement of blood around his heart. He thinks he's on a parachute, Falling quickly through the dark. What he wants to know is, What do you do when the goodtimes fly? Because the pieces don't fit together, When a sweetheart lies. Won't you help me To hear that sound? We'll keep it together When word gets around. He wants to let her know he's found a word, But that word is in peril. It's a word that keeps warm under a bird's wing - That word is "gentle". Won't you help me To hear that sound? We'll keep it together When word gets around.
作曲 : McLennan A man stands by a window; He breathes like a bird. There's a rose by the window Sitting pretty proud and red. Clothes lie abandoned, discarded, Right across the bed. Two day old papers lie on the floor; Flaking paint sits in his hair. He wonders why he came here; He wonders why she's not there. Won't you help me To hear that sound? We'll keep together When word gets around. He feels the draw and pump; The movement of blood around his heart. He thinks he's on a parachute, Falling quickly through the dark. What he wants to know is, What do you do when the goodtimes fly? Because the pieces don't fit together, When a sweetheart lies. Won't you help me To hear that sound? We'll keep it together When word gets around. He wants to let her know he's found a word, But that word is in peril. It's a word that keeps warm under a bird's wing - That word is "gentle". Won't you help me To hear that sound? We'll keep it together When word gets around.
