Scott May

Lyrics

sweet things whispered many miles
paper embrace autumn smiles
the house on the hill still calls to me

ghosts of cinderella dream
page above the gaunt redeem
all revealed in its time
all revealed in its time

And I will kiss my lovely Dulciana
  When Summer turns up on a Winter day
  Taxis turning circles on the westland
  The tide holds warm upon the inner bay

Middle8:    
        she favors all the boys who dress
        in fancy colored cotton press
        who lead her on with tales of luxury
        they spin her as their latest score
        then fade into forevermore
        a sad parade of lies and vanity

Have and hold and hope to fly
never stopping, never shy
all revealed in its time
all revealed in its time