In a dream the strangest and the oddest things appear. And what insane and silly things we do. Here is what I see before me, vividly and clear. As I recall it, you were in it, too.
No choice now, it's too late. Let him go, he gave up. I gave up. Lisa says, "Take time for me". Dropping him down to his knees. Ah, chest down.. . Take me away.
It begins to tell,. 'round midnight, midnight.. I do pretty well, till after sundown,. Suppertime I'm feelin' sad;. But it really gets bad,. 'round midnight..
You stepped out of a dream. You are too wonderful to be what you seem!. Could there be eyes like yours,. Could there be lips like yours. Could there be smiles like yours,.
Maybe. You don't have to smile so sad. Laugh when you're feeling bad. I promise I won't. . Chase you. You don't have to dance so blue. You don't have to say I do.
They unfolded your lives one by one. They laid out your patchwork under the sun. And people gathered from miles around. To witness your quilt spread on the ground.
Tomorrow morning if you wake up. And the sun does not appear. I, I will be here. If in the dark we lose sight of love. Hold my hand and have no fear. 'Cause I, I will be here.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley. You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold. So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley.
Got a good reason. For taking the easy way out. Got a good reason. For taking the easy way out now. She was a day tripper. One way ticket, yeah. It took me so long to find out.
It's an unfinished life. That I find lies before me. An open-ended dream. And I don't want to wake. I've crossed so many rivers. In search of crystal fountains.
Gray-haired and flint-eyed, his sunburned face lined. Grandpa was a man of few words. He had a way of not wanting to say. Any more than he thought would be heard.
Just an old house with the roof fallin' in. Standin' on the edge of the field. Watching the crops grow like its always done before. Nobody lives here anymore.
When the work begins to pile up,. And your temper starts to rile up,. That's the time a fellow needs a song.. . Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,. You can be a merry maker,.
You don't know what love is. 'Til you've learned the meaning of the blues. Until you've loved a love you've had to lose,. You don't know what love is..
Love is funny or it's sad,. Or it's quiet or it's mad,. It's a good thing or it's bad,. But beautiful!. . Beautiful to take a chance. And if you fall, you fall,.
Y ahora como le hago pa' olvidarte. Como le hago pa' arrancarte. Nada mas asi de mi. Te metiste aqui en mi sangre. Ya respiro de tu aliento. Ya nomas yo pienso en ti.
Que pasa mi amigo lo miro agüitado. mi novia se fue y solo me a dejado. le jugo traición o que es lo que sucedió. no entiendo razones pero soy muy pobre.
You're like Manchester You've Got Strange ways. But You've got style too. And I miss you while I'm away. Your as pretty as a city in autumn too. and your like Manchester 'cause I love you.
Girl when you hold me, how you control me. You bend and you fold me, anyway you please. It must be easy for you, the loving things that you do. But just a pastime for you, I could never be.
"WE COULDN'T START OVER". MUSIC JOHN KLEMMER-LYRICS DANNY O'KEEFE. hhtp://johnklemmer.com. . WE COULDN'T START OVER. HOW COULD WE BEGIN. TO BEGIN PLAYING THE GAME.