Evelyn

Evelyn

Evelyn

Evelyn

Evelyn

You bring on a new sensation, oh

Evelyn

You bring on a new sensation, oh

Evelyn

Through the leaves, surely she found her way

Through the trees slowly turns it on again

There's no gun at your back to make it grow

There's no art in killing, just killing time

Fighting the death of a fire, of heart and mind

So I looked at the sun and watched it glow

Evelyn

Evelyn

Evelyn

Evelyn

You bring on a new sensation, oh

Evelyn

You bring on a new sensation, oh

Evelyn

You bring on a new sensation, oh

Evelyn

You bring on a new sensation, oh

Evelyn