3.Here Comes The Phantom
Lyricist：James Mark Hornsey, Mark Nicholas Holloway Keen, Alasdair
David Mac Lean
April in my mind but I can't sleep
So I take a walk under the trees
What did I see？
Summer waits the leaves
As lovely as I've ever known
Happiness just comes and goes
My heart is playing like a violin
Sunday, and she called again
Now where can I go？
Somewhere the wind
Don't blow me back
Into the conversations
Promises and situations, yeah
It's all constant, in the air
The Phantom finds you
Cryin' in the streets
Lonely cops pick flowers
On their beats
And what do they see？
Summer waits in the leaves
As lovely as they've ever known
Happiness just comes and goes
My heart is playing like a violin
Sunday and she called again
All of the dreams that you dream
I hope that they are all of me
I hope that they are all of me
It's the Phantom
Here comes the Phantom
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