The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gray The glory that was Rome is of another day I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan I'm going home to my city by the Bay I left my heart in San Francisco High on a hill, it calls to me To be

The waters turn The hardships we endure You ain't the only son Or forgotten daughter Yet I keep on running And I won't look back The waters rise You never know just where they're at We have drowned in blackened waters

Our lives will not be lived in vain We're throwing wrenches in the gears These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams Are we so alone, So distant, So forgotten, As we think ourselves to be? These are our lives But did they ever even

Of course I do I get along without you very well Except when soft rains fall And drip from leaves, then I recall The thrill of being sheltered in you arms But I get along without you very well I've forgotten you just like I should Of course I have Except

She’s been lonely and forgotten ever since But her beauty in the night light will remain Yeah will remain, dear Mary Jane A violet plucked from mother’s grave Oh hear Mary Jane Kelly So sad and singing sadly Ex-soldier Thomas Bowyer found you in the

Why do we hate? Why do we suffer? Why do we make our mistakes, and constantly blame one another? Why is there war, and why is there killing? Have we forgotten some secret we knew back when we were just children? If I had wings, I'd fly up to heaven. I'd

I need something more Tell me what you see Touch, I remember touch Pictures came with touch A painter in my mind A tourist in a dream A visitor it seems A half-forgotten song Where do I belong?

Oh, I dinna care, said Sandy If the elders now approve I've a chick where plans are dandy And I'm in a mellow groove Now the bonnie bonnie lassies With the kilties on their chassis Have forgotten all about the highland fling Young and old folks get

I don't recall at all There's nothing, there's nothing there And I don't understand why I've forgotten everything about you 'Til someone says your name I've forgotten all the reasons I loved you 'Til someone tells me that you rang 'I get along without

Nightmare, the persecution A child's dream of death. Torment, ill forgotten A soul that will never rest. Silent Scream Beaten and torn Guidance, it means nothing In a world of brutal time. Electric, circus, wild,