Stop it, you're ruining the music.
Um okay, song number seven.
Between the coast and the cathedral city, there are leaves, leaves of green.
And they tell me they don't build monuments, at least not as far as their own eyes can see.
Before looking behind a mirror, where he could not see himself, they know.
She raised her hand up far enough, to hear him say something without watching.
For a few good men to come and a few good men to go.
She raised her hand up far enough, to hear him say something without watching.
For a few good men to come and a few good men to go.
For a few good men to come and a few good men to go.
Waiting, as he always did late, without train.
She said, if you teach a man of letters, he said let me hear you say that again.
Between the coast and the cathedral city, there are leaves, leaves of green.
And they told me they don't build monuments, at least not as far as their eyes can see.
For a few good men to come and a few good men to go.
For a few good men to come and a few good men to go.
For a few good men to come and a few good men to go.