(paul rijdners/claude s.)



Blackbirds dance among the roses

On the garden walls.

They are like the passers-by

On the nameless street.



All these hours undone.



Sounds of sandals on the curbstones

Echo in my head...

Oh the way the love has dwindled

In the end



All these hours undone.



I try to avert your love

You brought me tears my friend.

With poise and empty gestures

They took their toll...



All these hours undone.



All these hours undone.



(laugh...."bam, bam, bam..bam...hey chris...")