Myf McMahon:
the world is a fine place and worth the fighting for
Myf McMahon:
by january it had always been winter
Myf McMahon:
once yesterday passes you by
Myf McMahon:
and I'll walk a step behind you, in the shadows so you'll shine
Myf McMahon:
overcome time, and all we have left is now
Myf McMahon:
like some extended whisper of days, months, years
Myf McMahon:
we have these boundless open fields
Myf McMahon:
when the old forms have started to decay
Myf McMahon:
even when you know that things are just about over
Myf McMahon:
the streets before the revolution
Myf McMahon:
every true, eternal problem is an equally true, eternal fault
Myf McMahon:
how much of what we say is unnecessary
Myf McMahon:
I sometimes wake up with a melody in my head
Myf McMahon:
down the lanes that wind through orchards
Myf McMahon:
and the only way we can redeem our past is by...
Myf McMahon:
what room is there for pride
Myf McMahon:
the vapors of dreams winding circles 'round their feet
Myf McMahon:
but i have time also to be alone
Myf McMahon:
a reminder that life is almost overwhelmingly beautiful
Myf McMahon:
she walks the sodden pasture land
Myf McMahon:
in the hushing darkness, under a swollen silver moon
Myf McMahon:
all roads lead to the same end
Myf McMahon:
never did i hear one thing hit the ground
Myf McMahon:
this profound mathematical instinct which we call resonance
Myf McMahon:
when elsewhere, live as they live elsewhere
Myf McMahon:
a place of refuge from the hardness of life
Myf McMahon:
of many skies, and earths beneath us
Myf McMahon:
the city of visible history
Myf McMahon:
when you are young there is so much ahead of you
Myf McMahon:
giving up is conceeding that things will never get better
