You've got my lost brother's soul My dear mother's eyes A brown horse's mane And my uncle's name You walked me down 14th Street With a doctor to meet after thoughts of the grave In the hom

I don't want to hold you and feel so helpless I don't want to smell you and lose my senses And smile in slow motion With eyes in love I twist like a corkscrew The sweetness rising I drink from

I've heard there was a secret chord that david played, and it pleased the lord but you don't really care for music, do you? it goes like this the fourth, the fifth the minor fall, the major lift