A predestine grey The leaves were blooming as they die The wind had blown the solar gain away Veiled in a silent dream Permanent things are forgotten Inevitably stale and rotten Testing... one two three Testing... can you receive Testing... one two three Testing... signal received Funny fantasies are never so real Old style romances Gone with the wind I am waiting to see God on TV I am waiting for the planets to fall like rain I am waiting for life to begin ...So cold outside So warm inside Blind birds sing loud Lets go from here...