Baby My Heart. Artists: Carl Anderson and Brenda Russell. Album: Pieces Of A Heart. . Oh Baby...ohhh baby. And if I start to fall apart.... . I want you to....
Hey, what you're waiting for. You know I'll give you so much more. And don't you cheat yourself. It wasn't all that sweet and great. . He didn't figure out.
How was I to know? How was I to feel?. You're leaving all the lights on, you want me to reveal. Everything that I hide from the bright light's glow. Letting everything go to live beyond the shadow of a doubt.
Caught a red moon rise, brought me to our lives. We used to drive this blue ridge laughing. The red star is Mercury or Venus to tell the truth, don't really know.
Grab your heart. We need to leave. There's no time to cry or grieve. For the fallen family tree. . Rise above the flooding plain. Crouching low to dark the flame.
Intro:. Have you heard?. Have you heard?. Have you heard?. Have you heard?. Haaaaaaaavvvvveeeeeee. . Have you heard about the big strong man. He lived in a caravan.
Hey, hello. How are you?. Whatever. Fine, I got a message for you. One two three four. . Try to look so cool in your skintight jeans. We all know how you act behind the scenes.
Make up, nose job, seven foot tall. Wears high heels but she never falls. No hopes, no dreams just one big smile. She's got no brains but she's got style.
Baby Cohete. . Baby cohete yo se que tienes la propulsión para llevarme al espacio bien despacio. Suavecito.... . Quiero susurrarte en estero extrañas mentiras de amores aéreos.
Baby, dance your bright blue tango in a mystifying suite. Go bumping into strangers, go soaring into the street. They all know it's wrong, it's just for you to try and make them see it, Baby.
There are still some that say I should be stuck in my ways. Restricted in my style, livin' ground hog days. It's so easy for you to just keep on dismissing.
I thought we'd escape. I packed a fishing-line and counted on it. I thought we'd escape. I packed a fishing-line and counted on it. . But dreaming is for moonrise.
Mi sydd fachgen ifank ffol. Yn byw yn l fy ffansi. Myfi'n bugeilio'r gwenith gwyn. Ac arall yn ei fedi. Pam na ddeui di ar l. Ryw ddydd ar ol ei gilydd?.
I swear at you for leaving,. Like I cursed at you when you stayed. And I run you out, pass you round. Scrape you 'bout, fade you out. Running good rings around you, rings around you.
I do think that you could be anything that you wanna be. It's easy, easy. When you say that time will tell, it don't mean the last order bell. Is ringing, ringing.
When they look around. And they will look around. They'll be without the kind of things. We lax about. Do with backround inventions. For one last glimpse to the real.
Your imagination runs wild. Sitting on the bench you call your home these days. Better take care you don't ask for help. But someday you might need it.
Now his intentions unfold. They're not what they seem. He only wants to take control. . Boy is he selling you loads. All you do is concede him. Grant him his black-eyed fantasies.
Who can treat your pain, leave it late, it don't matter. Who can treat your pain, leave it late, it don't matter. . Beautiful sailor. Beautiful sun. You went and shut the whole thing down.
For those who won't. And never will. Song sung blue. . No one at home. And time to kill. Song for the beautiful loser. . She would hide at the parking ride.