Photographs playing inside my head. I'm always thinking of you. Restless heart in an empty bed. There's nothing left to prove. There's a fine line, a jagged edge.
Ever since I saw you,. I wanted you to be mine. I turned my back on others,. For the longest time. Oh, I know it's wrong to long for you this way. Waiting for you,.
Have you ever heard a thunder bolt voice your name?. Lets all just reach our hands into the dark,. And feel what reaches back!. I stopped subscribing to you a long time ago,.
The first sign of trouble. The last one to know. Tell yourself it's nothing. Just kill me slow. . Though I know I'm free to go. Can't find the street, the door is open.
I know you're thinking that I'm right here. Where you left me. Patiently waiting for your call. Never imagine that I'll ever tell you no. 'Cause it's never happened before.
(written by Cathy Majeski, Sunny Russ, Stephony Smith). . Never really thought about you and me like this. Never crossed my mind to cross that line. I can't believe that I could be completely unaware.
It might scare me to death or chill my bones. break my heart or warm my soul. But since Im here and before I go. Im gonna find out who I am. . Late one cold Thanksgiving night.
(We are the same). . This is my reason for leaving. This is my heart and it's bleeding. Well, there's nowhere else to run. There's nowhere else to hide.
Garden of the Gods. 2000 Catsongs Productions. . Can you see into my cat's eyes. Well I'll tell you the most vicious lies. And I'll take your breath away.
When the men fall to the ground. Their rebel parts begin to pound. The brothers of the ancient clan. Servants of the sacred land. At dusk they will raise their swords.
Riding through places where eagles fly. Through the valleys seeking for our destiny. The path of glory lies across the northern sky. Into the kingdom of the evil majesty.
To the sound of shotgun fire. he rides into the horizon and disappears. like a ghost in the night. like a shadow without a place to find some peace. .
Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'?. In the lane snow is glistenin'. A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight. Walking in a winter wonderland. . Gone away is the blue bird.
I will twine and will mingle my raven black hair. With the roses so red and the lilies so fair. And the myrtle so bright with an emerald hue. The pale emanita and hyssop so blue.
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains. I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'. I first produced my pistol and then I drew my rapier.
The snowflakes fall as winter comes and time just seems to fly. Is it the loneliness in me that makes me want to cry?. My heart is sad, like a mourning dove that's lost its mate in flight.
To Canaan's land, I'm on my way. where the soul of man never dies. and my darkest nights will turn to day. where the soul of man never dies. . And dear friend there will be no sad farewell's.
When my mornin' comes around, no one else will be there. so I won't have to worry about what I'm supposed to say. and I alone will know that I climbed that great big mountain.