La lune est coustumiere - Ensemble Gilles Binchois

One more angry moment roars like thunder down the phone, A blast of hard emotion leaves me sitting here alone, What must I do--to get through to you? When you d

Cold night, New York, Air hangs like death, Last train to Brooklyn Pulls in out of breath King of the blade Holds court in the aisle, His young face beams dange

The call of the wild, Brings me to my window-sill, Eyes to the dawn. A tug on a heartstring By soft unknown, fingers. Leading me on But there＇s only a streetlamp

Wake up Switch on Tune in to another day Stereo sound with double vision Daylight makes its first incision Warmed up Clocked in On your feet and under way Got t