Category: Love Letters From New York

That is Fred, right there – can’t you see him? There! In the middle of this teeming mass Standing on one foot, eyes shut – that’s him Next to the one looking all…

It’s easy to worship from a distance Wouldn’t be the same, if she were here ’Cause in the glaring light of every day Without any safety clearance Romantic illusions just disappear I dream…

Don’t wanna think, just wanna feel Don’t care about tomorrow – Don’t even care what’s real  Today the birds don’t simply chirp But sing with virtuosity A tune so joyous, so superb  I’m…