Too old to sell, too young to tell, too much of everything. Mirrors deflect light from their eyes. Fact turns to fiction when we blink. Things best forgotten don't you think.
Rifles. It rifles through your mind. Rifles throughout time. How sublime. . My eyes, they're as old as me. As old as the sea. But not so firm. . Drift me off to the land of the nod.
I rove to church last Sunday. My true love passed me by. I knew her mind was changin'. By the rovin' of her eye. . By the rovin' of her eye. By the rovin' of her eye.
Lately more or less I'm feelin' less incomplete. I got no direction so I follow my feet. When I think on everything my heart skips a beat. . Lately, lately.
And now you come to me. Offering a rainbow. And now you come to me. With love for tomorrow. . But now we must be wise. We have both been burnt here. I'm looking in your eyes.
Sweat flows my face, it happened once before.. I feel naked in front of you, you're nice words.. Knifes inside my chest, words no one heard before.. I'm the only one to know, I'm the only one to know..
Its been quite awhile. You've really kept me wanting you. You've got some style. You're so unique, so beautiful, so warm, so deep. Stay with me tonight.
I didn't know. You'd be moving my heart to love you. And I, I don't wanna let go. I've fallen hard for you. But you'll be gone so soon. You'll take my heart but.
Remember, you had me falling for you. Like it's September. You know I've been all over girl. But I never. Had seen somebody do the things that you do, do.
Don't ruin this for us. I'm walking over your broken glass. Don't ruin this for me. There's no hard feelings on a melody. . I can't seem to find the light.
(written by Vince Gill and Reed Nielsen). . So many people just go through the motions. We weren't any different now and then. But we made it througfh, just me and you.
[Intro]. . Hello Mr. Yates. This is Sarah from the Complex ClubHouse. I'm calling to tell you. That we've been getting complaints. From your neighbors about loud music late at night.
Sitting here just a lonely man on my bed. I just can't get you out of my head. Sometimes it feels like I'm living in a dream. and the world just can't understand what I mean.
How can the small flowers grow,. If the wild wind blows,. And the cold snow. Is all around.. . And where will the frail birds fly,. If their homes on high.
Take me back to my Western boat,. Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's,. Where the hagdowns sail and the foghorns wail,. With my friends the Browns and the Clearys,.
Hey, look how far we've come, do we know who we are?. Stranded on a mountain top trying to catch a falling star. Here's to what we've left behind us, here's to what we've kept inside.
And he who was righteous. loomed radiant, striding. Behind the Lord's messenger up the black hill. But she walked reluctant—alarm. spoke within her;. "It is not too late, you may look on it still,.