Donald Sutherland
when the moment finally comes
i could be the trigger
you could be the gun
that blows out the back
of my skull
when a better day arrives
i could be the winner
you could be the prize
that i can't pretend to have won
twilight is falling
the locusts are calling your name
when the devil's on the prowl
i can be the mortar
you can be the trowel
we could patch up
the cracks in our hearts
twilight is falling
the locusts are calling your name
Strawberry Fields Forever (Lennon/McCartney)
Now's the time when this will turn to fruit
All the poppies gonna push up through
And I can see the ground below
The places that I know, disappearing
And I can see the winter fade
I don't feel so afraid it's clearing
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
Life is only half way in our hands
Years have passed while I was making plans
And I could never find the words
I always felt absurd, and always outside
But now I know I shouldn't care
There's a song already there
Waiting inside
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a f
All the poppies gonna push up through
And I can see the ground below
The places that I know, disappearing
And I can see the winter fade
I don't feel so afraid it's clearing
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
Life is only half way in our hands
Years have passed while I was making plans
And I could never find the words
I always felt absurd, and always outside
But now I know I shouldn't care
There's a song already there
Waiting inside
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a f