Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Is this simply my imagination?
Or is the sky on fire tonight?
Am I a creature of my own creation?
Or just a trick of light?
The wind blows silver and the bees hum gold
The dreams I dream have been bought and sold
I can't hold on to the things I hold
God knows I try
Is this truth or merely speculation?
Has the meaning passed me by?
Have the heavens found a new rotation?
Do these words conceal a lie?
The wind blows silver and the bees hum gold
The dreams I dream have been bought and sold
So hard to hold on to the things I hold
God knows I try