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When I step into the light
My arms open widely
When I step into the light
My eyes searching wildly
Would you not like to be
Sitting on top of the world with your legs hanging free
Would you not like to be OK, OK, OK

When I'm walking by the water
Splish splash me and you taking a bath
When I'm walking by the water
Come to my toes to my ankles to my head to my soul
Then I'm blown away

When I'm walking by the water
Splish splash me and you taking a bath
When I'm walking by the water
Come to my toes to my ankles to my head to my soul
Then I'm blown away

I can't believe that we would lie in our graves
Wondering if we had spent our living days well
I can't believe that we would lie in our graves
Wondering what we might have been
I can't believe that we would lie in our graves
Wondering if we had spent our living days well
I can't believe that we would lie in our graves
Wondering what we might have been

Would you not like to be
Would you not like to be
I can't believe that you would not like to be
Would you not like to be

ok, ok, ok,
ok, ok, ok,
ok, ok, ok,
ok, ok, ok,

and she's walking on the edge of a knife
and she knows it's the death of her
Sarah you live & you learn you're invisible
and she's walking on the edge of a crowd
late at night you can never tell

town from town
sounds of England swallow you down
makes you want to laugh
could a heaven on earth be ours here & now?

and she says "what's in my palm?

read between the lines
give me something to savour
can you do that? cos I'll believe anything

and I say
when you're hoping for some more from your life
shouldn't wonder you've had enough
and in my town
sounds of England swallow you down
and a heaven on earth is all ours but not now
I tell you when a heaven on earth is all ours
come on down

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:--
We murder to dissect.

Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.

--from "The Tables Turned," William Wordsworth

if i could be
over you when the sky starts falling
would you be happy under me?

if i could be
under you if the earth was burning
could you be trusted over me?

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some
I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me
I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want - do you want - do you want
To dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on

All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
My mind see-saws
Do you see - do you see - do you see
How you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
It's the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm,
Want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

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i've been afraid of changing
cuz i built my life around you
time makes you bolder
even children get older
and i'm getting older too.