Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Welcome to my private world, where time goes round in circles
Step into my universe, but don't step on the turtles
Ease your mind. pull up a chair, a thousand thoughts will follow
Certain thoughts are hard to bear, when everything rings hollow...
Don't be a stranger, don't be a mystery to yourself
Don't let it fade away, don't be a stranger
Don't be a stranger to yourself...
Wasps in aspic, moths in jars, and fireflies like evening stars
Evening stars...
Water flowing under bridges, how the years have flown
My future once was statuesque, when youth was set in stone
I like to mix my metaphors, i like to see them squirm
But every statue turns to dust, and even bridges burn...
Begging, baby, please, please please
Calling all recording angels
Call the world to witness this
Send the word to friends and strangers
She's got the gift of perfect bliss
Perfect bliss
Someday soon
Someday, maybe never
Someday soon
Things must come together
Wham-bam, shang-a-lang
I guess I'm a lucky man
I've got a love so pure and true
I've got the gift of me and you
Calling all recording angels
Call the world to witness this
Send the word to friends and strangers
She's got the gift of perfect bliss