Тексты песен «Anthony Phillips»

The girl in the gallery, The way she moves her hair, Footsteps in the Autumn leaves, Turning and finding no-one there Traces of you in the morning light Traces of you in the night You're haunting me still I don't even...

You couldn't run, you couldn't hide, they had their spies out on your track You had some fun, you took a ride, you tried to fit into the pack But all the time they knew you lied, they knew that you'd be bound to crack...

You couldn't run, you couldn't hide, they had their spies out on your track You had some fun, you took a ride, you tried to fit into the pack But all the time they knew you lied, they knew that you'd be bound to crack...

[From the album Private Parts & Pieces VIII: New England] Pretty baby, in your cradle, smiling sickly, Hushed and still Mama loves you, oh how she loves you But when you cry now, she cannot hear. And the lights go out...

August saw a contest fit for Kings from far and wide they came to trade their swings Little grubs with stone-age clubs and tanners' sons with foxes' gloves they came face to face the stiffest coarse since Tring Harold...

Look, see how the world goes round, Look, see how the day goes on. You, it won't stop to help you Me, it won't stop to help you. All the time a wind is blowing Where it's blowing next we don't know... Look, some...

Four thousand monks in a maelstrom All crying out for release. Three cheers for old Mother Hailsham She's sticking to her beliefs. A hundred ships took to the high seas intent on sailing the world. They might have known...