In The Attics Of My Life

In The Attics Of My Life. When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me. I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung.

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Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see. I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung. [verse] in the attics of my life full of cloudy dreams unreal full of tastes no tongue can know and lights no eye can see when there was no ear to hear you sang to me i have spent my life seeking.

Unreal Full Of Tastes No Tongue Can Know And Lights No Eye Can See When There Was No Ear To Hear You Sang To Me I Have Spent My Life Seeking All That's Still Unsung Bent My Ear To Hear The Tune And Closed My Eyes To See When There Were No Strings To Play You Played To Me In The Book Of Love's Own Dreams Where All The Print Is Blood.

Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see. The following is a post i saw in rec.music.gdead regarding the attics of my life. [verse] in the attics of my life full of cloudy dreams unreal full of tastes no tongue can know and lights no eye can see when there was no ear to hear you sang to me i have spent my life seeking.

In The Attics Of My Life, Full Of Cloudy Dreams Unreal.

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Attics Of My Life Words By Robert Hunter;

In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eye can see when there was no ear to hear, you sang to me i have spent my life seeking all that’s still unsung. I can't even imagine more beatifully written words about a relationship so powerful and graceful that it evokes a true meaning of love. I decided to start on the attic first for two reasons;

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I believe in working from the top down and it's the only room in the house i really have a complete vision for. When there was no strings to play, you played to me. I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung.

In The Attics Of My Life Full Of Cloudy Dreams;

I have always, without fail, found this to be the most poignant of love songs ever written. Attics of my life in the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal, full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eye can see, when there was no ear to hear, you sang to me. Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see when there were.