Style 1 with shadows.
Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really
And who by fire, who by water, who in the sunshine, who in the night time, who by high ordeal,
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet, giving me head on
Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to
Won't you come over to the window, my little darling? I'd like to try to read your palm You know
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in Lift