“Love is in the air everywhere I look around Love is in the air every sight and every sound And I don’t know if I’m being foolish I don’t know if I’m being wise But it’s something that I must believe in …”
"White grave goddess,
Pity my sadness,
O silence of Paros.
I am not of these about thy feet,
These garments and decorum;
I am thy brother,
Thy lover of aforetime crying to thee,
And thou hearest me not."
“It always means so much Even the softest touch I see nothing to be gained by any explanation There are no words that need to be said You left me standing in the doorway crying Blues wrapped around my head.”
