He listens watches and waits
For the next quill to write
Forlorn words of hate
Love lost love gone
Of being betrayed
Plays with your mind
So he can create
A story a picture an image
For you
A melody of strings
Of many shades of blue …
He listens watches and waits
For the next quill to write
Forlorn words of hate
Love lost love gone
Of being betrayed
Plays with your mind
So he can create
A story a picture an image
For you
A melody of strings
Of many shades of blue …