He sits in your room, his tomb with a fist full of tacks. Preoccupied with his vengeance. Cursing the dead that can't answer him back. You know that he has no intentions.
Some Day You'll Look In To Her Eyes. then There'll Be No Goodbyes. and Yesterday Will Have Gone. you'll Find Yourself In Another Space. 500 Miles High.
(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff). Sitting in the lazy chair, the channels. look the same. I realize that the roof is stable and start. to feel ashamed.
I don't know nothing about yesterday. What am I supposed to do. Tell me what to do with this tragedy. . Hey, mister. You should have not fake me. 'cause I wasn't fool enough.
All your beauty is hard to explain. Dancing shadows and light on your face. Every kiss in the world. Wouldn't make you feel better. . What a pity to paint in your lines.
All alone tonight im calling out your name. Somewhere deep inside this part of you remains. Images of love take me back in time. I don't know how it started.
All your beauty is hard to explain, dancing shadows and light on your face. Every kiss in the world wouldn't make you feel better. What a pity to paint in your lines.
Oh, yea, yeah. Really wish I could. (Wish I could). . If only someone could unbreak my heart. And come relieve my pain. If somehow I could wish upon a star.
Are you bummed out?. Are you feeling blue?. Well, for that all 'round. Summertime high. . Try Bows. . Bows, beats boredom. Bows, beats heartache, Bows, beats the blues.
I can remember the rain in December. The leaves of brown on the ground. In Spain I did love and adore you. The nights filled with joy were our yesterdays.