The man you want is the man I am. The one you used to have still standing by your side. The love I need is the love you give. Could you give it to me now.
[Theme From The T.V. Series "The Paper Lads"]. . Come along with me. The day can breathe once more. To hear the sound of closing doors. The night has opened up its eyes to see day.
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. I'm standing here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn.
Fu un momento sereno. desprendido del tiempo. tu mirada de fuego. encendida en mi mar. . Me estaba estrenando. por dentro y por fuera. y tu primavera.
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. I'm standing here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. But the dawn is breaking, its early morn.
You fill up my senses. Like a night in a forest. Like the mountains in springtime. Like a walk in the rain. Like a storm in the desert. Like a sleepy blue ocean.
Born on a quiet morning. Just a dream in someone's eyes. A dream that's like a promise meant to be. Giving rise to speculation. On a place called paradise.
This old guitar taught me to sing a love song. It showed me how to laugh and how to cry. It introduced me to some friends of mine. And brightened up some days.
Lost and alone on some forgotten highway. Traveled by many remembered by few. Lookin' for something that I can believe in. Lookin' for something that I'd like to do with my life.
So you speak to me in sadness and the coming of the winter,. fear that is within' you know that seems to never end,. and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you've forgotten.
Perhaps love is like a resting place. A shelter from the storm. It exists to give you comfort. It is there to keep you warm. And in those times of trouble.
I didn't think it could happen again. I'm just too old and set in my ways. I was convinced I would always be lonely. All of the rest of my days. . Maybe I gave up on romance.
All my bags are packed. I'm ready to go. I'm standin' here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. But the dawn is breakin'. It's early morn.
There are children raised in sorrow. on a scorched and barren plain. there are children raised beneath the golden sun. There are children of the water,.
I remember romance. Bubblebaths at night. Breakfast in the afternoon. Love by candlelight. Love by candlelight. . I remember romance. And lying in her arms.
It's by far the hardest thing I've ever done. To be so in love with you and so alone. . Follow me where I go what I do and who I know. Make it part of you to be a part of me.
Welcome to my morning, welcome to my day.. Yes, I'm the one responsible, I made it just this way.. To make myself some pictures, see what they might bring..
I caught a ride on the. Dreamland express last night. I was sailing on an ocean of blue. And right there by my side. Much to my surprise , was you. I said come over here baby.
Here I am closing my eyes again. Trying so hard not to see. All the things that I see. Almost willing to lie again. I swear that it just isn't so. It just isn't me.