Three is a magic number,. Yes it is, it's a magic number.. Somewhere in the ancient, mystic trinity. You get three as a magic number.. . The past and the present and the future..
written by Mosie Lister. Once I stood in the night with my head bowed down. In the darkness as black as the sea. And I felt so alone and I cried oh Lord don't hide Thy face from me.
I have no desire to make contact. With all the thought of no, no. I shiver now to think of how. This answer asked her, no. Long time gone, I run to my hideout.
I was young, he was old. An' we both were the same age. Everyday, playin' fetch. Shakin' hands, he'd lick my face. . And I was unaware. The day would come.
I walk up to my door and hate to turn the key. Emptiness is all that's left inside for me. That's how it is when the one you love is gone. That's how it is when your house is not a home.
(i.lorre/j.buckley). Jeff duets with inger lorre and plays guitar on this song, contained in inger lorre's album trascendental medication.. . Oh baby didn't you hear?.
Your world was so different from mine, don't you see?. And we couldn't be close though we tried. We both reached for heavens but ours weren't the same.
We strolled through fields, all wet with rain. And back along the lane again. There, in the sunshine, in the sweet summertime. Oh, the way that young lovers do.
Minutes passed and days're gone still I don't know what went wrong. For you and me I just don't see. How one day you say you love me next day you're far from me what went wrong.
We both eat some food we don't really eat. Sometimes food can be in your heart. And right now they bite but they're only steaks. There's something we don't have crime.
Circle around the park. Joining hands in silence. Watch the evil black the sky. The storm has ripped the shelter. Of illusion from our brow. This power is no mystery to us now.
What locks the door to the world you're living in?. What kind of key do I need to get in?. I tried anything from solid gold to cent. What locks the door to the world you're living in?.
If it wasn't for that woman. I wouldn't be where I am today. I'd still be out there drinking. With my friends who got lost along the way. . Like an angel straight from heaven.
The other woman finds time to manicure her nails. The other woman is perfect where her rival fails. And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere.
This just couldn't last, the way some things do. These awful heartaches are long overdue. With some there is hope for a love that is gone. And life has it's pick of the weak and the strong.
Me Too. . Well, imagine that you bein here.. We used to love this place. I guess things ain't been so good. I can tell by that look on your face. You're still searchin for that certain somethin.
If anyone could find the joy. That true love brings a girl and boy. We could, we could. You and I. . If anyone could ever say that. Their true love was here to stay.
The boy with the thorn in his side. Behind the hatred there lies. A murderous desire for love, love. How can they look into my eyes. And still they don't believe me?.
Last night after dinner. As I read the evening paper. I looked up to see a look. Of sadness in her eyes. . I asked her what was wrong. She sighed and said,"It's nothing".