Here I go again in my dreamy eyes. I should be content but something's just not satisfied. It's nothing that you did, I'm still on your side. I can't love you if I'm not sure who I am inside.
Every night I rush to my bed. With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you when I close my eyes. . going outta my head. Lost in a fairytale. Can you hold my hands and be my guide?.
It's not everyday that I meet a person quite like you. Perfect, every way. I finally found the nerve to confess. That it's you that I want. . I don't care if I act a fool.
Spotlight's shining brightly on my own face. I can't see a thing and yet I feel you looking my way. Empty stage with nothing but this girl. Who's singing this simple melody and wearing her heart on her sleeve.
Had every word prepared, wasn't even scared. Rehearsed the scene a million times still felt no where. You were just down the hall not knowing at all. What was about to happen when I laid it on the line.
The thing about love is I never saw it comin'. You kinda crept up and took me by surprise. And now there's a voice inside my heart that's got me wonderin'.
I'm tired of listening as you shout to me. I know you want to argue but please hear me out, you see. Suppose I don't love you no less than before. However this can't go on anymore.
No pretending. No beginning, no ending. No me without you, you without me. That's all that I need. . Ain't no boundaries. No one else to please. It's unusual to feel.
Little and afraid, darkness prevails. When going deeper and deeper the dark entails. So tear it open, let the light come in. Let it destroy the shadows of your sins.
Quiero confesarte mi amor. Que apenas hace unos Instantes. Que deje de mirate. Y ya te estoy Extraando. Fue un gran regalo de Dios. Saber que tambin a ti te atraigo.
Sunday morning. Sun shining on your eyes. Sleepy face. Smiling into mine. . Sunday morning. Lots of time with nothing to do. Lots of time to spend with you.
SUN. . Words and Music by Margo Guryan. . Sun. Lying in the sun. Had a lot of rain in the winter. All I want is the. . Sun. Doesn't everyone. Have a little pain from time to time.
SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH THE MORNING. . Words and Music by Margo Guryan. . Something's wrong with the morning. If he doesn't call to say hello. And ask me what I'm going to do.
SHINE. . Words and Music by Margo Guryan. . You make me shine,. shine, shine, shine. Looking at me. With stars in your eyes. Trying to say. What I've always wanted to know.
In a hotel in Kansas. I read the Gideons Bible. I was looking for something to set me free. . Out the window I watched headlights. And I prayed for revival.
Lately I've been finding. Comfort in this truth. I am just a child of need. Who's found her hope in You. . Stay close to me. Stay close to me. . Lately I've been quiet.
Living hungry on soup and dreams. Nothing left to lose. It seemed so simple then. When there wasn't a lot to choose. . Every day was like a year. There was lots of time.
This house is a holy house. Always under construction. People come in looking for truth. Or just their own reflection. . Depending on what they find. They pat my back or they speak their mind.
Just smile and swallow. Nod your head and look away. Raise your chin and walk away. That's the best way. . Well, you know, I know. Well, we both know.
May the words you speak. Mean nothing to me. Mean nothing at all. So I won't feel the pain. . And you do not understand. It's here in my heart. It's here that I cry.