J.P. Morgan biography

I woke up this morning and the sun was gone. Turned on some music to start my day. And I asked myself, did I forget a song? I closed my eyes and I slipped away. It's more than a feeling, more than a feeling, more than a feeling. And I begin dreaming, a feeling. I see my memory and walk in the world. So many people, their faces fade as the years go by. Yet I stir upon as I walk along. As clear as the sun in the summer sun. A feeling that is more than a feeling. And I, I see my memory and walk in the world. I'm tired, I'm thick and cold. I hide in my music, forget the day. And dream of a girl I used to know. I closed my eyes and she slipped away.