Suppose it was too soon,. Falling in too deep.. Nothing but love for you. Here without someone I know.. . Never too close,. Always uncertain.... Take everything you know.
When I touch you, feeling your skin. When I touch you deep within. I'll break your silence on your way to me. I will make you everything you want to be.
walking through winter, through snow-white fields. colder than cold ... for several weeks. and the lost fire's burning miles away. and the wind whispers stories in her ears.
You've got to do it, do something right now. There's no time for waiting anyhow. You've got to do it, everything went wrong. Something has to happen. .
How long have you been free. In this world of hate and greed?. Is it black? Or is it white?. Let's find another compromise. . And our future's standing still.
prowling streets at night. the moonlight's burning. and i'm feel so lonely. dark and dull my mind. a crying emtiness. i cannnot cope with. i'm yours. you're mine.
And have you been to the carnival. Well, I would like to see you. And there's a whole lot of people there. Who would like to be you. . With the white unicorn.
Oh, my friend. Don't get caught in yesterday. All the things we've heard. Have left and made their way. . Lower your guns even if love has turned to spite.
Oh my friend, don't get caught in yesterday. All the things, we've heard have left and made their way. Lower your guns even if love has turned to spite.
(Ivan Drever). There's not really a story to this one, however, if you like it, it's for you!. I'll walk this way until I sleep. I'll ride this road until I die.
(Ivan Drever). Written for and about some of the people who have passed through (and in some cases. still reside) at number fifteen, a secret location somewhere in Inverness. Beware you may.
(Ivan Drever). This one is for Diana, wherever she may be.. It's strange the people we meet who we never see again!. There was this girl, slept on my floor.
They used to make them tall. Now there are no shipyards here at all. They used to dig for coal here. They used to scrape and crawl. Now there are no coalfields here at all.
grapes of wrath are fruits of passion. fulsome hands don't feel repentance. seek the reason, find an answer. why do only scars remain ... mirror, mirror on the wall.
(Marcos Witt). Tu misericordia incomprensible es Seor. Grande es tu amor por m. No lo alcanzo a comprender. Tu misericordia incomprensible es Seor. Grande es tu amor por m.
Quiero decirte algo nuevo. Que ha sucedido en m. Desde que lleg el Seor. Mi vida la transform. Lo viejo ya pas. Lo nuevo l me dio. l es fiel a su promesa.
(Marcos Witt). Por esta vez yo quiero decir. Lo que Cristo significa para m. Pero cada vez que yo lo intento hacer. Las palabras se me van. Entonces& se lo dir.
Bittersweet taste. Had to make haste. But theres no poison in me. Twas a pleasure. Twas a treasure. My homeboys youll always be. They dont hand out the lottery.
Well hey everyone. I am the kid that plays acoustic music. No drums, no bass. Without a Face. Is second rate and out of place. . Dont give me a chance.