So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned..........As you grow up and leave the playground Where you kissed your prince and found your frog Remember the jester that showed you tears, The script for tears....... There's a point in your life, you got to reach and when you do, you know it, and now I'm here,If I held out my heart and offered my hand would you take it, if I showed you the stars would you follow, let me show you the way to the thirteenth star.
I follow the thirteenth star.
"...there are times when Fish produces moments of such magic that you realize that only a veteran would know how to deliver such a moving experience after all these years." (Britsound)
You're welcome..
SvarSlettHow did you end up at my blog, if I may ask? Do you like it? I wrote a piece about the Trolls from Norway, I've been there once, Beautiful country , but expensive.
Anyway I will take a piek more often on your blog, while listening to the enchanting music of one of the greatest music artists... Fish, with ore without Marillion..