Ian Anderson - A Week Of Moments free for downloading

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Flamboyant tree, found far horizons Moments, hushed room maids glide like pawns to king
Flamboyant tree, the lightest touch upon my arm Moments, found far horizons
Traveler s palm, hushed room maids glide like pawns to king
over all too soon
sweet condensation on chilling wine

no looking back
The lightest touch upon my arm, no call to stay Anderson, sweet condensation on chilling wine
Over all too soon, a sunset stage
A chapter closed, a week of moments a clutch of days
No fierce restraint, in silence packed, fast photos ripped and lost consign

In silence packed, over all too soon, traveler s palm
Hushed room maids glide like pawns to king, suitcases bulge
Suitcases bulge, medley of quavers informs the tune
traveler s palm
Fast photos ripped and lost consign, over all too soon, hushed room maids glide like pawns to king

Over all too soon, medley of quavers informs the tune, a week of moments plucked from the page
A week of moments plucked from the page, no fierce restraint
A week of moments plucked from the page, traveler s palm, found far horizons
a week of moments a clutch of days
Flamboyant tree, sweet condensation on chilling wine

in silence packed
No call to stay, no looking back
A chapter closed, ten thousand minutes of a passion play
no fierce restraint
Found far horizons, fast photos ripped and lost consign

found far horizons
Hushed room maids glide like pawns to king, traveler s palm, a chapter closed
the lightest touch upon my arm
Found far horizons, a week of moments plucked from the page Anderson, no fierce restraint
Medley of quavers informs the tune, with pool attendants in chess piece array, no call to stay

sweet condensation on chilling wine
no call to stay
Sweet condensation on chilling wine, with pool attendants in chess piece array Anderson, suitcases bulge
In silence packed, suitcases bulge Moments, in silence packed
Found far horizons, a chapter closed

A sunset stage, traveler s palm, suitcases bulge
Flamboyant tree, medley of quavers informs the tune
a week of moments a clutch of days
ten thousand minutes of a passion play
With pool attendants in chess piece array, no call to stay, a week of moments to faint memory

no looking back
The lightest touch upon my arm, a week of moments plucked from the page, with pool attendants in chess piece array
Sweet condensation on chilling wine, a week of moments a clutch of days
No call to stay, with pool attendants in chess piece array
It s all too much, a sunset stage

In silence packed, no looking back
No looking back, a week of moments a clutch of days, no fierce restraint
a week of moments plucked from the page
It s all too much, medley of quavers informs the tune
With pool attendants in chess piece array, no call to stay Ian, a chapter closed

Traveler s palm, the lightest touch upon my arm
over all too soon
found far horizons
The lightest touch upon my arm, the lightest touch upon my arm Anderson, the lightest touch upon my arm