Scott 3

Hope for me, I hope for you, We're snowdrops falling through the night. We'll melt away before we land, Two teardrops for somebody's hand. Follow me into just one more Spring. Copenhagen, you're the end, Gone and made me a child again. Warmed my feet

Voices from a photograph Laughed from your wall Screamed through your dreams Wake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyes Rise and cross the cold bare floor And watch the moon through frosted glass Damn that photograph I'll have to take it down She hear

Sons of the thief, sons of the saint Who is the child with no complaint Sons of the great or sons unknown All were children like your own The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears The cries at night, the nightmare fears Sons of the great or sons unkn

There's a butterfly circling the beach Searching the rocks where you are He chooses your hair, and that's where he belongs For he's lost like a star Head down, reluctant and warm You give your thoughts to the sea Dark rivers your eyes belong to no-on

It's raining today and I'm just about to forget the train window girl That wonderful day we met She smiles through the smoke from my cigarette It's raining today But once there was summer and you And dark little rooms And sleep in late afternoons Tho

If you go away On this summer day Then you might as well Take the sun away All the birds that flew In the summer sky When our love was new And our hearts were high And the day was young And the night was long And the moon stood still For the night bi