Lletres:
Pete Townshend The Oceanic Concerts With Raphael Rudd

Adam lay a bounded, bound like a thorn Four thousand winters, fourteen not to long Adam lay a bounded, bound like a thorn Four thousand winters, fourteen

(Pete Townshend) I've looked under chairs I've looked under tables I try to find the key To fifty million fables They call me the Seeker I've been

eat an oyster and I feel the contact But more than one would be a waste Some people want an endless line that's true But all I have is a little time with

(Pete Townshend) Sleeping dog by the open fire, you're sleeping your life away; you don't know how far you've got to go or the trouble that you'll have

When people keep repeating That you'll never fall in love When everybody keeps retreating But you can't seem to get enough Let my love open the door