blank dreams and memories sitar sings us to sleep best friend gone, only his friend left sweet stares of a tired baby and the wind, and the wind guitar plays from the heavens leaves turn to sleep a baby was born after your last show and a young man's just walkin on no memories of the four, no memories, no more
I like "sweet stares of quiet baby" - sometimes the best images are just straightforward descriptions of the way things are
Mmmm...peaceful and a bit nostalgic? I liked this whole part very much... "blank dreams and memories sitar sings us to sleep best friend gone, only his friend left sweet stares of a tired baby and the wind, and the wind"
