Maybe I didn’t love you
Quite as often as I could have
And maybe I didn’t treat you
Quite as good as I should have
If I made you feel second best
Girl I’m sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Ever seen a blind man cross the road
trying to make the other side
Ever seen a young girl growing old
trying to make herself a bride
So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy
So sad her eyes
Smiling dark eyes
So sad her eyes
As it began
On such a breathless night as this
Upon my brow the lightest kiss
I walked alone
And all around the air did say
My lady soon will stir this way
In sorrow known
The white queen walks and
The night grows pale
Stars of lovingness in her hair
Needing - unheard
Pleading - one word
So sad my eyes
She cannot see
Oh, sweet blindness, a little magic, a little kindness.
Oh, sweet blindness, all over me.
Ever since I was a young boy
I’ve played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all
I ain’t seen nothing like him
In any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball
Listning to you, I get the music
Gazing at you, I get the heat
Following you, I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet
Right behind you, I see the millions
On you, I see the glory
From you, I get opinion
From you, I get the story
You don’t answer my call
With even a nod or a wink
But you gaze at your own reflection!
You don’t seem to see me
But I think you can see yourself.
How can the mirror affect you?
You know I’ll change
If change is what you require
Your every wish
Your every dream, hope, desire
Here comes the mirror man
Says he’s a people fan
Here comes the mirror man
Look in the mirror
And you see how you’ve been taken
Ooh, you won’t surrender
But now your heart is breakin’
Oh-oh-oh, we always wish for money
We always wish for fame
We think we have the answers
Some things ain’t ever gonna change
People keep sayin’
Things are gonna change
But they look just like they’re staying the same
You get in
Way over your head
And you’ve only got yourself to blame
You can’t win, chile
You can’t break even
And you can’t get out of the game
We can’t return - we can only look
Behind from where we came,
And go round and round and round
In the circle game *
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over in the autumn of good-byes
For a moment you could not recall the color of his eyes.
People come
I count everyone
Faces burning
Hearts beating
Nowhere left for us
To run
The pictures on my wall
Are about to swing and fall
Love it all
Love it all
Ooh, we should have
Should have got it right
Ooh, we should have
Should have got it right
Tonight
I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they’re real
I’ve been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel
I long for Jeanie with the day dawn smile
Radiant in gladness, warm winning guile
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing round my heart o’er the fond hopes that die
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain
Wailing for the lost one that comes not again
I long for Jeanie and my heart bows low
Nevermore to find her where the bright waters flow
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream
I dreamed I met a Galilean;
A most amazing man.
He had that look you very rarely find:
The haunting, hunted kind.
I asked him to say what had happened,
How it all began.
I asked again, he never said a word.
As if he hadn’t heard.
And next, the room was full of wild and angry men.
They seemed to hate this man.
They fell on him, and then
They disappeared again.
Then I saw thousands of millions
Crying for this man.
And then I heard them mentioning my name,
And leaving me the blame.
Dream, dream dream dream
Dream, dream dream dream
When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you
All I have to do is dream
Yes, I’m a clown but I don’t wanna be.
Why can’t you see the other side of me?
Guess I’ll be the guy who plays the part
Of a clown with a broken heart.
Dreaming of your love and not knowing where to start.
Welcome to my nightmare!
I think you’re gonna like it!
I think you’re gonna feel you belong!
We sweat and laugh and scream here!