Darren Melrose:
Through the night, through the dawn
Darren Melrose:
Well I woke up Sunday mornin',
Darren Melrose:
Makes it kind of special down in the core
Darren Melrose:
There you stood on the edge of your feather
Darren Melrose:
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now
Darren Melrose:
We're running with the shadows of the night
Darren Melrose:
No sweeping exit
Darren Melrose:
It ought to be easy ought to be simple enough
Darren Melrose:
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Darren Melrose:
Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend
Darren Melrose:
I am yours, you are mine,
Darren Melrose:
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
Darren Melrose:
One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya
Darren Melrose:
Baby I got your number
Darren Melrose:
There is no sense in pretending