Moving pictures
Wishes in the sky
Hang like fixtures
Every single one burned out a million years ago
Tell me what I want to know
Who are you turning
You are turning me into
Into myself
Blue umbrella
Guard against the rain
Acapella
Voices sing an old refrain to possibility
Mother Mary, let it be
Who are you turning
You are turning me into
Into myself
Darling, promise
Tell me with your eyes
Doubting Thomas
Wears a feminine disguise, and you can prove her wrong
We've been lonely for too long
Who are you turning
You are turning me into
Into myself