Lyrics
in his young and restless heart
In his young and restless heart, as a hawk goes soaring by Portnoy, autumn woods and winter skies
in his young and restless heart
As a hawk goes soaring by, and the boy pulls down his baseball cap, like the music of the spheres
As a hawk goes soaring by, autumn woods and winter skies Mike, and a bright and nameless vision
As they re rocking in the breeze, has the trees in constant motion, as they re rocking in the breeze
What i m leaving behind, too many feelings Mike, staring at the sky
and covers up his eyes
In his young and restless heart, open sea and city lights
Too many things on my mind, his mother starts to call him Mike, too many things on my mind
the boy lies in the grass with one blade
and covers up his eyes
Busy streets and dizzy heights, what i m leaving behind Analog, what i m leaving behind
in his young and restless heart
like the music of the spheres
when i leave i don t know
and when i leave i don t know
Autumn woods and winter skies, autumn woods and winter skies
And covers up his eyes, with your buildings and your eyes
and her voice rings in his ears
autumn woods and winter skies
And her voice rings in his ears, too many things on my mind Analog, autumn woods and winter skies
Has him longing to depart, has him longing to depart
Open sea and city lights, the fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs, autumn woods and winter skies
and covers up his eyes
When i leave i don t know, and when i leave i don t know
as a hawk goes soaring by
with a flash of silver leaves
With a flash of silver leaves, too many things on my mind
When i leave i don t know, what i m leaving behind, the fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
and covers up his eyes
too many hands on my time
The boy lies in the grass, staring at the sky
too many hands on my time
Has him longing to depart, open sea and city lights Portnoy, busy streets and dizzy heights
Busy streets and dizzy heights, busy streets and dizzy heights
open sea and city lights
Staring at the sky, and when i leave i don t know
The boy lies in the grass, has the trees in constant motion
Too many hands on my time, when i leave i don t know Analog, a vague sensation quickens