What I believe in love. is the same ol' thing. than what we both know. I know I lose myself. but its worth all of it. cus I love you... . Hook:. Its the love Its the love and seduction.
Fire of love and. passion of martyr. nowhere to run from it. passages through time. nothing there's to hide. feeling the wind within.... . It's real emotions.
Nobody believed. that I could ever love you. even I had my doubts. you know it too. After all the time. that I spent with you. I still had my doubts. I'm such a fool....
Travel around the world. and walk around the seas. to the destination where you wanna be. walking through the clouds. and tell me what you see. its the destination where you wanna be.
Alive.... . The stars are shining bright tonight. the moonlight is up I feel alive. as I stare at you looking at me. I can see. our love is still alive.
[Hook: Vic Mensa]. Somebody tell me what's good. Cause I been doing better right now. We roll our issues in them Backwoods. Bitches bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out.
Girls, have you got the kind of man everyone looks up to?. Well, if you don't, listen; I'll tell you what to do:. Get your man, take him by the hand, and come on here to me.
This magic moment. So different and so new. Was like any other. Until I kissed you. . And then it happened. It took me by surprise. I knew that you felt it too.
The most beautiful sound I ever heard. All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single word. Maria. I just met a girl named Maria. And suddenly that name.
In a little café just the other side of the border. She was just sitting there givin' me looks that made my mouth water. So I started walking her way.
Seems so strange, you're putting me through changes. Baby, I can't believe you're not the same sweet girl that I once knew. But baby, the change has come about and it don't look too good on you.
If you're the kind who grooves behind. The special feelin' that love can bring. That type of thing. . And while we're one we'll let our fun run. As far as we want it to and when it's through.
Seven hours. and a handful of doubt. The candle burns quick now. and time is running out. I never asked for this. yet somehow here we are. I never asked for this.
Bedroom mirrors do tell who's the fairest. of them all. Lime light silhouette transparent attic walls. Dancing shadows cascade paper walls. Wailing ghost guitars send in the clowns.
Old man time, Wisdom and Rhyme.. Seeker of reason, reaper of time.. Born to a spell he walks the beaten path. To hell, rusty shackles of time burden his mind,.
The more I try. The more I feel I'm missing. The more I run. The more my feet keep slipping. The more I think. The more I tend to worry. The more I look.
We're walking within a shadow. Where echoes of different times resound. Looking for memories to relive. In yesterdays that can't be found. . Through different eyes.
You confess a lot of things. But you confess alone. The absense of a person brings. The burning question home. . The nights are long, they turn to days.
Its so cold in the shadow of distant lights. And the chilling wind slows our pace and tests our will. Still a voice whispers it will be over soon. And there we find the courage to climb the hill.