Show me the way. Please show me the way. Show me the way. . Show me the way. Where I belong. Please show me the way. To find you. Show me the way. To hear your song.
Sailing away to deeper oceans. Hearts are weary. These sleepless nights are hard. But I'm still longing for the hand that led me. Where I had spent my youth away.
Sweet morning takes you away. Sweet nothings, we try to say. Only music fills the space. Only sadness on my face. . Sweet Sorrow. Parting is such. Sweet sorrow.
This summer I went swimming. This summer I might have drowned. But I Held my breath, kicked my feet. And I moved my arms around,. Moved my arms around.
Southern boys are warm and lovely. They speak gently of their homes and show you pictures of the folks. Their breath in your ear is as soft as the cotton.
I'm not stopping, waiting on nothing. Moving quickly, trying to catch what's mine. What's destined inside the dreamer. I'll be rushing, making a lot of noise.
Je voudrais sans la nommer vous parler d'elle. comme d'une bien-aimee, d'une infidele. une fille bien vivante qui se reveille. a des lendemains qui chantent sous le soleil.
Every lover knows this song too well. finding out who's love they need. Some can sing it and some can tell. others just can't find the key.. . There is a magic that lasts through time.
We saw the fire, we saw the smoke. So many questions but nobody spoke. Watching the world fall apart. From a hotel tv. Sorting through thoughts without words to convey.
Who like to talk about their feelings?. (Sensitive new age guys). Who's into crystals, who's into healing?. (Sensitive new age guys). . Who like to dress like Richard Simmons?.
Come on, you men of sportin' blood and listen to my story. 'Tis of the noble Stewball, a gallant racing pony. 'Tis also of his rider, who brought ol' Stewball over.
Show your weakness. Let. your tears fall when youre. feeling blue. Show your. weakness. Ill be on your side. even when you lose. . I know what. its like to build a wall.