• the alter of balaam •128kbs •20kbs

• another night to remember •128 •20

• the mandolin song •128 •20

• can't stop thinking about you •128•20

• here all day •128 •20

• not as lovers, only friends •128 •20

• carrion bird •128 •20

• in the night •128 •20

• writing on the wall •128 •20

it was the last september
you were afraid of winter
there were strange voices on the phone
people we knew were leaving
the world outside was changing
soon everyone would be alone

the last days I spent with you
the streets are filled with danger
you never speak to me
then its over and its too late to be with you
when the writing's on the wall

before september there were flowers along the river
we used to sit and watch them grow
now there's no time for flowers
now as we wait and listen
the sound of footsteps in the snow

the last train is leaving and still you're hesitating
i start to reach for you
then there's nothing and its too late to be with you
when the writing's on the wall

the last glimpse I have of you
the end is in your eyes
the river is burning and there's nowhere to hide -
-its too late to be with you
when the writing's on the wall

© 2000 t.fenton,d.beaujon