I never saw it coming, somehow I never knew. The last one to know that you were on to something new. . Tried to say I was sorry for the things I did. Apologies fall flat, I watch my words drop dead.
Written by Bill Anderson & Jon Randall. 2003 Sony/ATV Tree Pub./Mr. Bubba Music (BMI)/. Reynsong Pub. Corp./Whayasay Music (BMI). . She put him out... like the burning end of a midnight cigarette.
Written by John Scott Sherrill, Ronnie Bowman & Buddy Cannon. 2003 Sony/ATV Tree Pub./Big Yellow Dog Music/City Wolf Music (BMI). William Franklin Music (BMI)Run Slow Music (ASCAP).
Written by Buddy Cannon. 1978 Universal-Sabal Music, Inc. (ASCAP). . I guess he dont like westbound trains. . Stopped down by the depot this morning. But the train had already gone.
You're adamant. So loose-limbed I give in. Although your bed is warm,. the worn springs the creak of regret. . And lust is the thief who steals away while we were sleeping.
It's what's not there. That makes what's there. What it is. . Seems like we're quite in demand. More faint praise, well I'll be damned. Ships run aground on the rocks.
You should know by now. That the common thread is taut. I'd like to stay. But you just won't listen. Disappointment I'd take. Though there's no point to it.
We'll gather lilacs in the spring again. And walk together down an English lane. Until our hearts have learned to sing again. When you come home once more.
While there's a show left to perform. Smooth down your hair and put your make-up on. You'll face another night in. So close your mind no one will follow you.
[Intro]. . Ay, what's up ladies?. . This your boyfriend, V.I.C.. And my homie, Canton Jones.. And we wrote this song on behalf of every man,. To let y'all know what we want..
A letter written home on stationary, the address marked with the author's. blood. I know his leaving was never premeditated, but eighteen years on. auto-pilot...will drive someone's impulse. decapitated dolls. Arson on action.
You shouldnt trust me. I cant decide. Whether my instincts. Care what is right. If good is inherent. Its hard to find. Beneath the conceit. In our design.
I read the advice in your letter. To see myself without a filter. . So tonight I have locked all my doors. And Im down on all fours. Wild again. . The dawnlight is slowly approaching.
Thunder and lighting, action, come fire, come rain. The wizard is playing god in his armchair again. Cyberlike snake eyes they burn. The man with the black cat will show us what tricks he has learned.
Someone stole the starlight from the backside of your hand. Weak without the magic, you lay passed out in the sand. With controls set for night flights when witches ruled the world.
Rain and thunder, fire and wind. come with me, I leave with the tide. I wrap my coat closer 'round my shoulders. to keep me warm from the raging storm.
Autumn wind... summers end. Leaves and grass is ageing,. as the water is as still and dark... as her eyes.... . Lifeless pond... love is gone. Rains and cracks... the church is black.
The lake is frozen over. Trees are white with snow. And all around reminders of you. Are everywhere I go. . Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. . It's late and morning's in no hurry.
What child is this?. Who meant to rest on Mary's lap is sleeping. Who angels greet with anthem sweet. While shepherds watch our keeping. . This, this is Christ, the King.
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in you. The whisper of a wordless prayer, the streams of love and truth. A longing after something lost, the spirits yearning cry.