Lean out your window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the midnight air
My book is closed, I read no more
Watching the fire dance, on the floor
I've left my book,
I've left my room

For I heard you singing through the gloom
Singing and singing, a merry air
Lean out the window, golden hair...

(lyrics from a poem by james joyce)
(texte provenant d'un poиme de james joyce

• Dark
• Feel
• Golden Hair
• Here I Go
• If It's in You
• Late Night
• Long Gone
• Love You
• No Good Trying
• No Man's Land
• Octopus
• She Took a Long Cold Look
• Terrapin