These days everybody's chasin' money. But I say you got nothin' if you ain't happy. Everything I own's in a suitcase in my hand, yeah. I've learned how to live by livin' right where I land.
Thou art God, all the evidence I ever need. Never shake my faith, I know, I know what it means. No books, no magic words, we don't need a ritual. Absolute truth, it's so personal.
Yes the ghost of Christmas yet to come. Has left his mark on everyone. Though the winter's looming dark and near. There's time to see while spring's still here.
Fact is often much stranger. Than fiction, no danger. It's easy to ignore it. Hide your head and. Don't look for it. . Ain't no way to run a universe.
Nobody knows me like the monkey on my back. Hes got control now and Ill never get it back. Its a brutal attraction like a moth to a deadly flame. Its a knee-jerk reaction, fall to my knees and beg.
Ain't no personal thing, boy. But you have got to stay away. Far, far away from my heart, my heart. Don't you know what your kiss is doing. Let me tell it to you from the start, boy.
Don't let it get to you. Don't let it get to you. . Nothing I can do, now you're on your own. Better make it good on the telephone. . I know how to make your hair stand up.
I'm attracted anatomically. Need to know you scientifically. Strange confusion has come over me. Need the fusion between you and me. . Mother Natures legislature.
[Verse 1]. At my brother's Janazah. Tears stained sunglassses. A Salat with no bows. Pallbearer carry you to the car now. Chilly day, Mosque on 96 and 3rd.
Oh Lord, our Saviour. We cry out to you day and night. Liberate each nation. Hear our prayers listen to our cries. . You are my refuge and strength. You are my Holy defense.
Oh joy. Wont you draw me near. Oh peace. Wont you show yourself here. Oh love. Wont you show me what you're made of. Cos I've waited for faith hope and charity.
I've been to many places. I keep seeing the same old faces. Don't know how much is true. Cos I lose myself when I think of. You. You. I walked around the edge.
Somewhere in and around of her. There's a place she calls her own. When there's nothing inside of her. It's the only salvation she knows. . Some guy with an eagle eye.
Written by Jane. Performed by Jane and Reg Webb. All instruments Reg Webb. Produced Reg Webb. . THESE DAYS. . Come tomorrow I'll be gone. And all I that I believed.
Sitting pretty on a Saturday afternoon. There were clouds in my mind there were birds in my heart. All of the pictures that hung in my room. And all of the memories sweeping round in my head.
He was feeling. Kind of restless I guess. She was dreaming. And counting her blessings. Trouble is on a glorious day. You start believing. Bad can be good someday, bad can be good someday.
He was feeling. Kind of restless I guess. She was dreaming. And counting her blessings. Trouble is on a glorious day. You start believing. Bad can be good someday, bad can be good someday.
Showdown. . There you go. Heading for a showdown. I don't know. Some things never change. Do you feel it. Is it more real. Now the scenery's new. Does the same old view remain.
She's talking in her sleep. Says, "Wont you love me I don't always get this deep. It's just an overflow of all I know. And all that I can't speak...speak".
Lord, have mercy on me. Cos I'm crying out. And I'm trying to be. Just a touch. Less sinful than I am. I'm reaching for you. Wont you take my hand ?. .