You, the writer, knew
You, the writer cared
Sold, are things once told
Old, are things once bold
The diamonds and the gold
They are for real
Depending on the way they make you feel
We can touch the sky
You, oh you and I
I can count to two
But we can count to three
I line them up and they stare back at me
Creations in the mind and soul of me
Drift
Fall
Blue
Call
You, the writer, knew
You, the writer, cared
The diamonds and the gold
They are for real
Depending on the way they make you feel

• 10 10 Cloud Deck
• A Familiar Face
• A Separate Reality
• Ask Me Jon
• Awaking to a Dream
• Ballerina out of Control
• Behind
• Between Something and Nothing
• Bite Your Lip
• Bitter
• Bliss is Unaware
• Breezing Up
• Bye
• Cathedral Bells
• Cerulean
• Cloudy Days
• Crash
• Dont Believe Everything You Hear
• Emotions Ring
• Frigid Winter Days
• Hurricane Amore
• Ice Skating at Night
• Ive Sung One Too Many Songs for a Crowd That Didnt Want
• Just Let Me Know
• Love Song
• Marigold
• Mercury
• My Scream
• Myron
• Out Here
• Past Future Perfect
• Peace of Mind
• Questions of Travel
• Sea of Green
• Slide
• Sublime
• The Circus Animals
• The Office of a Busy Man
• The Planetarium Scene
• The Relatives
• There is a Light That Never Goes Out
• Vanity Fair
• When Life Was Easy
• Whenever Youre Around

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