In recent times there is no one who could approach at all to Antonio Gaudi. He started a new cathedral in Barcelona, which is called La Sagrada Familia
One minute every hour is all I need, Two minutes every day is all I want To give you all the love that makes you mine. One minute every hour is all
Diamond eyes that burn me and turn me to stone Crystalise and freeze me in clear monochrome. Turn me to stone, Do anything you want with me. Turn me
Why don't you love me? Why don't you love me? Oh I know that it will work out fine. Why don't you love me? Why don't you love me? Oh I'd give the world
Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? For many years You played
There's a man behind the guitar And he's not too happy as a superstar. Am I asking too much Will you reach out and touch The man behind the guitar?
When you lose someone so young, How do you start again? You can't run and hide from the world outside And you lock yourself in, wonder where to begin
Manhattan Skyline, Broadway Lights, There's all you want in cheap delights. No good end for what you buy, Some down and out to tell you why. Names of
Misty silence of the early morning All around another day is dawning. Goodbyes ain't easy, So no-one sees me when I go. Only time is gonna last forever
But my money's gone And I've got no-one. Friends are nowhere to be seen. Concrete jungle all around can't hear the birds and bees. I've walked for miles
Somewhere in daydreams the things you won't find, Rain hiding tears without traces. I know that deep down no reason or rhyme, Even the smile on our faces
People always rushing round, Makin' time to fuss and to worry. Get your feet back on the ground, It's no good to live in a hurry. Take it easy in your
It's easily said with your gun to my head, No-one wants to fight a fighter. If this is a dream then I'll stay out of bed, It's always dark before it
Talking with sweet Lorraine, Looking at the world through rose coloured glasses. Dreaming of sweet Lorraine, Wishing she could be everybody she passes
Somewhere in the early morning, Quietly the boy appears. Time is standing still for someone, His journey took ten thousand years. Slowly as he looks
Music was my first love And it will be my last, Music of the future And music of the past. To live without my music Would be impossible to do, In this
