The One & Only

Music: nik kershaw, lyrics: nik kershaw. . Call me, call me by my name or call me by my number. You put me through it. I'll still be doing it the way I do it and yet, you try to make me forget, who I really am.

That's My Way To Say Goodbye

IT`S EASY FOR THOSE. WHO`RE GONE. BUT HARD TO CARRY ON. THE GOOD AND BAD BELONGS TO US. LIKE A PRAYER TO A PRIEST. . SO I WONDER. WHO WILL CARE FOR ME.

Tell Me Who You Are

I don't believe that you think I could leave you lonely. I even know that you show me your way. I won't be there till you swear. I am just the only one for you.

Thinking Of You

Well, I know they say all good things. Must come to some kind of ending. We were so damn good. I guess we never stood a chance. . Go on and find what you've been missing.

The House Rules

So you're tired and you're beat and you worked all week. And you need a place where you can let it go. Where the girls go wild and the boys play hard.

Trouble Is His Brain

Time And Music

Time

Throw It Out

The Music Still Plays On

The Homeless Lady's Revenge

The Triangle

[prayer]. [sonnet]. Care-chamber sleeps, sonne of the sable night, brother to death, in silent darkness borne.... Relieue my languish, and restore the light, with dark forgetting of my cares returne..

The Key

Imieniem bestii jestem W zwierciadle nocy utajonym znakiem ognia. Imieniem bestii jestem nocnym strozem aniolem upadlym u bram piekiel. nie ptakiem lecz skrzydlem wiatru nie bostwem nocnym demonem.

Trouble

Verse 1 (Chris Styles):. . Opens his eyes, it's time to wake up/. another one of them nights dreaming 'bout the break up/. where she came to him to say to him she wana make up/.

Thirsty

I'm so thirsty, I can feel it. Burning through the furthest corners of my soul. Deep desire, I can't describe this. Nameless urge that drives me somewhere.

The Power Of A Moment

What am I gonna be when I grow up?. How am I gonna make my mark in history?. And what are they gonna write about me when I'm gone?. These are the questions that shape the way I think about what matters.

The First Noel

The First Noel, the Angels did say. Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay. In fields where they lay keeping their sheep. On a cold winter's night that was so deep.

The Final Move

Saw an old guy today. Staring long at a chess game. Looked like it was half-played. Then his tear splashed. Between the bishop and the king, oh. . He turned his face to mine.

The Face Of Christ

He shares a room outside with a dozen other guys. And the only roof He knows is that sometimes starry sky. A tattered sleeping bag on a concrete slab is His bed.

Tell Me The Story Again

Start with an infant world and an open sky. On a perfect day, breath from the mouth of God. Sends a quiver through His design of clay. And it is good, and it is good.