Things go wrong when I trust them, in my naive way I love them. Like you told me to love them, I abide by man made rules. And am a picture of all fools, I have a border of white clues.
You're makin' me crazy, baby. I can't figure you out buy maybe. Make up your mind, tell me what you wanna do. I wanna groove and move right next to you.
I was lost till you were found. But I never knew how far down. I was falling. Before I reached the bottom. . I was cold and you were fire. And I never knew how the pyre.
When I see your face, yeah, all glowing. I feel so in place, yeah ,love flowing. Deep within your eyes... I see you growing... . Take my hand now baby and walk along with me.
Do you remember my name or how 'bout the pain from the early ages ?. You left here on a jet plane, gone off to play with the Ancient Sages... Memories have still prevailed through all else that's failed...
you could love this. it's just a little word. you take it out on occasion when it's necessary. we could believe this and lead our hearts astray. stilnd there are some that say.
i don't know if i can get it right. i never put up a fight. i have hard time seeing what is wrong. sure doesn't take you long. we know there's something better here.
Farewell is a lonely sound. When told to someone you love. You know, you hurt inside as you wonder why. You must leave the one that you love. . Saying goodbye to someone you love.
Words and music by jimmy nall. . When the world is dark, when the lights go down. When the demons walk, when they're all around. There's a light that comes from a place on high.
Nunca há de haver ninguém que me ensine quem eu sou. Eu já passei, já sofri demais. Eu vou encontrar em ti.
Its tulips and its daisies, your favorite flowers lately. You think that I aint listening but you know I do. With your two lips on me baby, my head starts getting dizzy.
Everybody line up. The show is about to start. Places, the show is about to start. You have to show a look. Have a look, or give a look. . Faces, beautiful.
I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack. Just a little shanty by the railroad track. The humming of the drivers was my lullaby. And a freight train whistle taught me how to cry.
Don't look so sad we know it's over. Life goes on and this old world will keep on turning. Let's just be glad we had some time to spend together. There's no need to watch the bridges that were burning.
The first thing every morning and the last thing every night. I think of you and all the things I say and do. If only you were here to whisper sweet things to.
While resting the other evening by the side of the road. I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold. His face was all brown and wrinkled by the sun and the wind.
As I look at the letters that you wrote to me it's you that I am thinking of. As I read the lines that to me were so sweet I remember our faded love. I miss you darling more and more every day.
You could love this. It's just a little word. You take it out on occasion when it's necessary. We could believe this and lead our hearts astray. Still there are some that say.
Did you know freedom exists. In a school book?. Did you know madmen. Are running our prison. Within a jail, within a gaol. Within a white free protestant.