devil must have got your soul but i see an angel when i look in your eyes don't want to know your secrets don't really want to hear your lies
we could sit in solitude february, march, april, may and june i've been predicting the weather contemplate the phases of the moon doesn't matter what you do love is not letting go of you
new year's eve 1964 leaning over grand coulee dam bottle of warm champagne wilted flowers in my hand uneasy look in your eye unwilling to let go honey you are afraid come stand beside me in the snow