We'll climb a mountain, we'll put a flag down. We'll start a dream and see what it becomes. From sticks and stones, yeah, we'll build a fortress. No one can touch us as long as we're in love.
Just one more kiss and I'll be gone. I won't write, I won't call you no more girl. I swear that I'll be strong. . Just one more taste of you and I'll be fine.
[Ronan]. Turn down the light, turn up the radio.. There's a fire in your eyes, and it's keeping me warm. Hold on to me like it was yesterday,. When we both felt our spirits collide.
Couldn't feel much better. Than the way I feel tonight. Feel like I could live forever. . Feel like I could fly. 'Cause when I thought I'd got it wrong, yeah.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. . And folks dressed up like Eskimos. Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe.
Heading down the highway. Route 65. Crystal city calling. Champagne and fries. You gotta look lucky. Cool as ice. Acting like a rock star. Roll them dice.
Who designed the snowflake. Who made the planet spin. Who came up with new born babies skin. Who created seasons. The cycle of rebirth. Who introduced the oceans to the earth.
I wanna feel like this for the rest of my life, my life. I wanna feel like this for the rest of my life, my life. . Now I ain't been in love before. But I got sunshine at my door.
Well, I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long. Well, I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long. Well, I woke up this morning, didn't know right from wrong.
Here's a song I sing for you. About a girl that I once knew. Julia. She lived in a great big house. With golden gates where servants bowed. For Julia.
See the line all around the block. Watch all the pretty girls looking roguishly hot. Right on time, here come all the dudes. They work the room and validate their crew.
Why don't you lay with me?. No, I can't do that. Why don't you touch me man?. No, I can't do that. Sit down on my big brass bed. Oh I must do that. I know you fancy me.
When I was seventeen it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights. We'd hide from the lights on the village green.
Alright. . I came home from work. I nearly went berserk. She'd gone and left me for some Russian guy. (That's right). And beside the bed. A note that simply read.
I get this feeling, every time I see your face. You never grow old, you never look tired, you never seem outta place. What a life you've led, I guess you've seen it all.
Stuck in the middle of Broadway. Between a heaven and a deep blue sea. There was a time I was a good man. Now I'm drowning in my misery, ahh yeah. My life's going nowhere.
Go down you Blood Red Roses. Go down you pinks and posies. Go down you Blood Red Roses. Go down you pinks and posies. . Sailing out of Boston one hundred days at sea.
Don't know why, we first met. In cold old London, down by the Thames. We were sacred, and slowly fell in love. Oh but I just let you go. . We were made for each other.
You used to tell me that you loved me once. What happened. What happened?. Where is all of this coming from?. . What happened. What happened?. You say I'm crazy and there's nothing wrong.
And so you come to me with your questions. On a subject on which I'm well-versed. Though I'm still as dumbfounded as the first time I found her. It's either a blessing or a curse.