Roman Lob

Guess we knew this was coming on 'Cause you're already gone in my head You can tell me that I'm wrong That you're staying with me instead The wind has come along and summer's dead and gone Is there anything left here to say? I can put my arms around

White bird on the wire, take my soul Shed your tears on the fire Come make me whole White bird on the wind Where do you fly? Tell me where you've been Where do you lie? My, oh my... Sweet thing, don't you hide - not from me Sweet thing deep inside We