Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
I was the words and you were the music
We were a song, sung out of tune
There is a light that brightens the night-time
Ah but there's a dark side of the moon
I was a house and you were my window
I could see light, but only through you
Now I'm a house without any windows
Ah there's a dark side of the moon
Love is a lovely, lovely feeling
Love is the light that shines from the moon
There is a light that brightens the night-time
Ah but there's a dark side of the moon
Love is a lovely, lovely feeling
Love is the light that shines from the moon
There is a light that brightens the night-time
Ah but there's a dark side of the moon