Things That Disappear Ephemeral (Remaster version) - Makiko Hirohashi

Sunrise doesn't last all morning A cloudburst doesn't last all day Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning It's not always gonna be this grey All things must pass All things must pass away Sunset doesn't last all evening A mind can blow those clouds away After all this, my love is up and must be leaving It's not always gonna be this grey All things must pass All things must pass away All things must pass None of life's strings can last So, I must be on my way And face another day Now the darkness only stays the night time In the morning it will fade away Daylight is good at arriving at the right time It's not always gonna be this grey All things must pass All things must pass away All things must pass All things must pass away

Down, down Let your crazy out Boys go crazy over you Grip like a New York window cleaner Just staring at you Youth, don't leave me, hair stay on me God, I love those hips Oh memory, don't forsake me Not like this All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously, cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things They're still out there somewhere Making men feel this way At fallen broadway station I see them every day, all day Download a little meditation It might pull you through She blinded me with silence Anchored here with you All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously, cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously, cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things Does she talk like (Oh ooh ooh oh) Will it feel like (Ah ah ah ah) Does she tell you, what she wants Can you give her, what she needs Youth, don't leave me, hair stay on me God I love those hips Oh memory, don't forsake me Not like this All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously, cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectable, why not collect them all Obviously, cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things

A little girl puts on her skates Sits down on the porch and waits And hopes her daddy won't be long One more call, one more meeting Afternoon turns into evening Still, he ain't made it home Things that matter And things that don't Another place someone slams the door Says, "I don't love you anymore" Looks like another sleepless night Tossing, turning on the couch He wonders if they'll work it out It's all about being happy or being right Things that matter And things that don't We only get so many trips around the sun Some things matter, some things don't It's up to you to choose which one We only get so many trips around the sun Some things matter, some things don't It's up to you to choose which one So tonight as I close my eyes I pray Lord help me realize Something I already know There's things that matter And things that don't A little girl puts on her skates Sits down on the porch and waits And hopes her daddy won't be long