[00:17.08]Once we tried to record the singin' birds
[00:21.05]Cable stretched for miles from your door
[00:24.97]Near the landing of the planes I never felt so plain
[00:29.69]Birds never sang the same again
[00:33.06]I take the train in the morning when it's still night out
[00:37.39]A night owl sings for the moonlight crowd
[00:41.70]On the frozen path to your bedroom door
[00:45.84]I walked beside you between sycamore
[00:49.95]I never told you this but on Christmas
[00:54.36]I saw you selling trees on avenue A
[00:58.84]Winter wind knows your paper skin
[01:02.82]Went to paris once -- I’ve never been
[01:12.68]There's a certain slant of light on madison tonight
[01:17.27]It shines on vines that grow in rows round
[01:21.82]Telephone wires never tire of carrying midnight crows
[01:29.43]Does the book of nightmares call across
[01:33.98]The valley of not knowing
[01:38.01]The wayward vine of winter time
[01:42.48]And where on earth it is growing
[01:46.38]And are your typewriter words for January third
[01:51.08]the key to the secret venue
[01:54.58]Perhaps you've heard singin' of the birds
[01:59.14]You can't change a person ever darling can you?
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