Evening (Time To Get Away) - The Moody Blues, Toronto World Festival Orchestra

We’re living in the land of make-believe

And trying not to let it show

Maybe in that land of make-believe

Heartaches can turn into joy.

We’re breathing in the smoke of high and low

We’re taking up a lot of room

Somewhere in the dark and silent night

Our prayer will be heard, make it soon.

So fly little bird

Up into the clear blue sky

And carry the word

Love’s the only reason why, why.

OPen up the shutters on your windows

Unlock all the locks upon your doors

Brush away the cobwebs from your day-dreams

No secrets come between us any more

Oh say it’s true

Only love will see you through

You know what love can do to you.

We’re living in a land of make-believe

And trying not to let it show

Maybe in that land of make-believe

Heartaches can turn into joy.

We’re breathing in the smoke of high and low

We’re taking up a lot of room

Somewhere in the dark and lonely night

Our prayer will be heard, make it soon.

So fly little bird

Up into the clear blue sky

And carry the word

Love’s the only reason why, why.

Open up the shutters on your windows

Unlock all the locks upon your doors

Brush away the cobwebs from your day-dreams

No secrets come between us any more

Oh say it’s true

Only love will see you through

You know what love can do to you.