Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Mike Batt
Is it a kind of dream
Floating out on the tide
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?
There's a fog along the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody seems to know where you go
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?
Bright eyes burning like fire
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes. is it a kind of shadow
Reaching into the night
Wandering over the hills unseen?
Or is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees
A cold sound in the air
And nobody ever knows when you go
And where do you start
Oh, into the dark?
Bright eyes burning like fire
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes
Bright eyes burning like fire
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes