Sometimes love is like a leap of faith. It's a choice we make. Made of chances that we take. One day I found myself right in between. All those so-called choices that I see.
I know that this wound will bleed again. Now I'm here right beside the one I love. I see he's in love with someone else. Now I know I just got to let him go.
i got your message. i'm ready i just needed a little. time to think. time to breathe. i don't need to understand. what we percieve. . i miss you and. every time you look at me.
JOLIN IN THE HOUSE. DT IN THE HOUSE. JOLIN IN THE HOUSE. DT IN THE HOUSE. JOLIN IN THE HOUSE. DT IN THE HOUSE. OUR LOVE IN THE HOUSE. SWEET SWEET LOVE.
You know the tricks of the trade. You can hit the soft spots at the center. You dish it out and take it back riding. On the wave of your pompous ways.
I'm retraveling this lifeline that's so close to home. We are on our way to West Point. Where your perfect, blond cousin will throw his hat up in the air.
Every morning I get up and I watch the war, watch the war. And every morning it upstages all my favorite shows. Donahue, Hogan's Heroes. . It's the American way, the new world order.
I don't know what you expected. I don't know what else you've heard. I guess you think you've got what's coming to you. And I got what I deserve. . I won't tell you a thing, you won't see me cry.
If I knew what I was after. I'd remember where I'd been. If I was sure of something better. I'd go, I'd go. . But I am just another picture. And I watch myself like you.
It's the little failures every day that take you far away. Take you far away from here. Fail to notice, fail to speak, fail to toe the line. Fail to keep the coast clear.
Every twenty seconds. Someone's pounding someone down. Every thirty more a liar's born. . Every half an hour. I get up and look around. Once or twice a day I ask for more.
It would take a wide net to drag that deep. Through all the years, the years I believed you. And you'd be hard pressed to face the fact of all the lies.
L'Allemand used to visit me in Paris, in Paris. I remember the men, I remember the houses in Paris. His station nearby, I was his afternoons. We didn't mind, shared everything, everything, in Paris.
She'll never know what I know. You can dress her up, but she can't dance. She'll never take you down like I do. To the dark side of romance. . Is nothing really lost if nothings told.
If you could shake back a thousand tears. And you could take back the crosses in your fingers. You would know no better, know better, better that we. We were meant to be together.
Never was a world I couldn't sing into place until now. Never was a love that I could not replace until now. Winter was hard, we came out with our hearts frozen through.
I am not a child now. I can take care of myself. I mustn't let them down now. Mustn't let them see me cry. I'm fine, I'm fine. . I'm too tired to listen.
I'm going down to the river. Gonna look for you. I know you'll be waiting there. 'Cause it's a woman's trick. . I'm gonna give you what you want. 'Cause you've been asking.
All things being equal, her beauty was not her fault. And it was not her only advantage. Midst the feast and the novelty, the manliness of his charms.
I never knew what enough was. Until' I'd had more than my share. I let the darkness in. And it was then I lost the dare. It was then I lost the day. .