She's the girl
of the year
of course.
Looking down
like she's
on a horse.
She rubs the world out
of her eyes.
Votive candles
where she lies.

That was last year,
in the meantime,
she has done a lot too quickly.

What lovely feeling,
now her heart's beating.
Now that the past is gone,
carry on, carry on.
There's a moon behind the clouds,
carry on, carry on.

She closed the book
on her
plaster saints.
All the old ways
and constraints.
She can't believe
that she
was so blind.
Now she walks if they
send a car.
I suppose she was frightened,
under jasmine,
she doesn't seem so anxious.

What lovely feeling,
now her heart's beating.
Now that the past is gone,
carry on, carry on.
There's a moon behind the clouds,
carry on, carry on.

Lullabyes
for those a-sleeping.
The words you say
she can't hear.
I can't breathe
heartfelt thank yous.
Serenade
her dreams.

What lovely feeling,
to feel her heart beating.
Now that the past is gone,
carry on, carry on.
There's a moon behind the clouds,
carry on, (she didn't know she could do anything) carry on.

Now that the past is gone,
carry on, (she didn't know she could love anyone) carry on.
Silver moon behind the clouds,
carry on, (she didn't know she could do anything) carry on.
Now that the past is gone,
carry on, (she didn't know she could love anyone) carry on.
There's a moon behind the clouds,
carry on, (she didn't know she could do anything) carry on...

The DEVILS Made Me Do It!
The Fields of Eden