The sound of one heart breaking, the sound of someone waking. to the cold hard truth before the sun goes down. If I could ever catch you a little bit of that.
Goodbye, Norma Jean. Though I never knew you at all. You had the grace to hold yourself. While those around you crawled. They crawled out of the woodwork.
Goodbye England's rose. May you ever grow in our hearts. You were the grace that placed itself. Where lives were torn apart. You called out to our country.
Goodbye England's rose. May you ever grow in our hearts. You were the grace that placed itself. Where lives were torn apart. You called out to our country.
Goodbye England's rose. May you ever grow in our hearts. You were the grace that placed itself. Where lives were torn apart. You called out to our country.
I can't keep this from you. I've held it in so long. It's time to tell the truth. Keeping it from you is wrong. I can't keep this from you. It's so simple I'm afraid.
Goodbye England's rose. May you ever grow in our hearts. You were the grace that placed itself. Where lives were torn apart. You called out to our country.
At last I'm over losing you. I've cried so many tears it just ain't true. My eyes are red, my heart is blue. I can't get over getting over losing you.
There's a calm surrender. To the rush of day,. When the heat of a rolling wind. Can be turned away. . An enchanted moment,. And it sees me through. It's enough for this restless warrior.
There's a calm surrender. To the rush of day. When the heat of a rolling wind. Can be turned away. An enchanted moment. And it sees me through. It's enough for this restless warrior.
There's a calm surrender. To the rush of day,. When the heat of a rolling wind. Can be turned away. . An enchanted moment,. And it sees me through. It's enough for this restless warrior.
From Friends soundtrack. . I work for the foundry for a penny and a half a day. Like a blind street musician I never see those who pay. It's dirty work in Birmingham.
I blew the dust out of the corners. Threw some dead wood on the fire. Tuned the radio to silence. Watched the evening sun expire. . Should have called you up this morning.
On a hill long ago, on a cold winter's night. In a land far away, three kings saw a light. And from heaven it shone like God's, God's own crown. And it guided three kings into Bethlehem town.
Sober in the mornin' light. Things look so much different. To how they looked last night. A pale face pressed to an unmade bed. Like flags of many nations.
Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for. And no religion too. Imagine all the people. Living life in peace.... .
They're writing songs of love - but not for me. A lucky star's above - but not for me. With love to lead the way I've found more clouds of gray. Than any Russian play - could guarantee.
The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing. But I can weather the storm!. What do I care how much it may storm?. I've got my love to keep me warm. . I can't remember a worse December.
Well your eyes just haven't been the same, Joseph. Are you bad at dealing with the fame, Joseph. There's a pale moonshine above you. Do you see both sides, do they shove you around.
The problem is, for many years. I've lived my life publicly. So it's hard for me to find a man. I trust, I really trust. . And every time I find someone I like.