The trees are drawing me near, I've got to find out why. Those gentle voices I hear, explain it all with a sigh. — The Moody Blues Copy Share Image
Weep no more for treasures you've been searching for in vain, 'cause the truth is gently falling with the rain. — The Moody Blues Copy Share Image
When all the stars have fallen down into the sea and on the ground, and angry voices carry on the wind, a beam of… — The Moody Blues Copy Share Image
“Cold hearted orb that rules the night Removes the colors from our sight Red is gray and yellow white But we decide which is… — The Moody Blues Copy Share Image
Fly his astral plane, take you trips around the bay, bring you back the same day, Timothy Leary. — The Moody Blues Copy Share Image
Live hand in hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream. — The Moody Blues Copy Share Image
He does not think like you and me, cause he can't see what you and I can see. — The Moody Blues Copy Share Image
