I try to see through your eyes
But life keeps changing the view
Are we so unalike?
It's a boy's life after all
It's a boy's life
Afterall

Have I really forgotten
The way I felt at fifteen?
When things were taken for granted
It's a boy's life after all
It

The light is fading
The cause invading
All the hopes that you
Were building on tomorrow
Now you must go.

So stretch your wings,
As nature sings
Her farewell lullabye
To soothe you through the changes
When you must go.

The gift is knowing
Your str

Goodnight
Tired little eyes
Time to climb the wooden hill
Sleep tight
Safe in the night
Wander through your dreams at will
The stars are awake
And blinking their silvery tears on the moon
Don't be afraid
For carpets of magic can fly through the sky
It will

High flying diver, spread your wings
Flying high on a cloud
Born on the air, spiral around
So easy making circles
You never touch the ground

You see the sea, feel the sky
Don't know where you'll go when you die
You don't know the answers
To what's in my mind

Fog rubs before our eyes
Can't face the morning skies
Day comes a day too soon
I'm waiting for that silver moon

Maybe I'm wrong
But I'm feeling like another night
Would make it alright

Twilight is fading through
Seems like I'm fading too
How can I believe

(Latimer)
Peter Bardens: Synthesizers
Andy Ward: Voice

She is my first love
Graceful in all her ways
Holding the insight
Turning the sky from night into day
She won't fail to take my breath away

So soft the silence
She brings before the dawn
A time of twilight
When all the world waits, to be reborn

Nobody know

Standing on the crosswalk
Wonder which direction to go
Listen to the smalltalk
Claiming how they told me so

I improvise
Have to keep going for the song and the road
A lonely rise
Now I'm relying on a song of my own

Early on detected
Trouble had divided in

(Latimer/Bardens)
Andrew Latimer: Guitar
Peter Bardens: Organ
Doug Ferguson: Bass
Andy Ward: Drums, Congas

(Latimer/Bardens)
Andrew Latimer Guitars, Pan Pipes
Peter Bardens Minimoog, String Synth
Richard Sinclair Bass
Andy Ward Drums
Mel Collins Alto Saxophone

Image of mine are you just a myth? Aiming for the stars and a need to exist. Singing your life to it's final bar, Staging all the scenes to avoid who you are. Idol of mine will you lead me on?

Down by the lake A warm afternoon Breezes carry children's balloons. Once upon a time, Not long ago, She lived in a house by the grove. And she recalls the day, When she left home... Long go

Down by the lake
A warm afternoon
Breezes carry children's balloons
Once upon a time
Not long ago
She lived in a house by the grove
And she recalls the day
When she left home

Long good-byes
Make me so sad
I have to leave right now
And though I hate t

Crazy preachers of our doom
Telling us there is no room
Not enough for all mankind
And the seas of time are running dry
Don't they know it's a lie

Man is born with the will to survive
He'll not take no for an answer
He will get by, somehow he'll try
He won't tak

When he rides, my fears subside
For darkness turns once more to light
Through the skies, his white horse flies
To find a land beyond the night

Once he wore grey, he fell and slipped away
From everybody's sight
The wizard of them all, came back from his fall
This tim

When the desert sun has passed horizon's final light and darkness takes it's place... We will pause to take our rest, sharing songs of love... tales of tragedy. The souls of heaven are stars a

When the desert sun has passed horizon's final light
And darkness takes it's place
We will pause to take our rest
Sharing songs of love
Tales of tragedy

The souls of heaven
Are stars at night
They will guide us on our way
Until we meet again
Another day

He lives in an old lighthouse on the Essex
Marshes, caring for the wild birds
Rhayader

He lives in an old lighthouse on the Essex
Marshes, caring for the wild birds