Avec l'amour, les heures défilent. Avec les jours, la peur s'empile dans un étau. Et ta lueur qui approche. Et ta chaleur qui s'accroche comme un manteau.
Battered and torn. Still I can see the light. Tattered and worn. But I must kneel to fight. . Friend of mine. What can't you spare. I know some times.
Well, I know I've been converted. Do you, do you?. Well, I know I've been converted. Do you, do you?. . Well, I know I made a change. I ain't ashamed to call my Jesus' name.
I wandered so aimless life filed with sin. I wouldn't let my dear savior in. Then Jesus came like a stranger in the night. Praise the lord I saw the light..
I know a place, it's the land of milk and honey. I know a place where all the streets are paved with gold. I know a place where there's life forever after.
Oh I beg you, can I follow?. Oh I ask you, why not always?. Be the ocean where unravel. Be my only, be the water and waiting. . You're my river running high,.
If heaven was an hour, it would be twilight. When the fireflies start their dancin' on the lawn. And supper's on the stove and mamma's laughin'. And everybody's working day is done..
Now that I know. Now that I've heard the others. It would hurt to let it go. To let it sweep away. . Your eyes, your soul in me. Your eyes, your soul in me.
Hmm.... . The sweetest moments in my life. They're not the ones. Where I'm serving myself. The greatest joys don't feel like any sacrifice. I'm yours it's my honor to be healed.
Left my home in North Augusta at the age of three. My mother, big brothers, two sisters and me. She brought us to New York City to set herself free. From all the fightin', screamin' and misery, yeah.
I've got nothing to worry about,. So I worry about nothing.. I think I've got fleas or some tropical disease. And my spider-sense is tingling.. . I've got nothing to panic about,.
I was young and I was stupid, I had just turned seventeen. I took my hits on a dumb road trip to Nashville Tennessee. I packed my antihistamines and Tupperware drums.
I cover the waterfront,. I'm watching the sea,,. Will the one I love,. Be coming back to me?. . I cover the waterfront,. In search of my love,. And I'm covered by,.
Slink past the stoned rasta painters on baronne. Blink and the walmart of the dead blurs. On baronne. . Found you. Look around you. Wild parrots and gin in the air.
Bom, bom, bom. Bom, bom, bom. Bom, bom, bom. Bom, bom, bom. . If you cry I think my heart would break. That would be much more than I could take. And if I saw a tear fall from your eye.
How glad the many millions. Of Annabelle's and Lilian's. Would be, to capture me. But you had such persistence. You wore down my resistance. I fell, and it was swell.