Will You still love me in two years time?. When I'm broke down to the bone.. Working in fashion as a checkout girl,. Still living in my parents home..
It's not the fairytale that I was hoping for,. Those dreams they leave you crying out and wanting more.. So I'll savour the memories 'fore my innocence was lost..
Theres a jukebox blasting in this dive, but theres. Not a soul to jump and jive.. Where is everybody?. No one to jump, no one to jive,. No way to spend my buck eighty-five..
Many nights we've prayed. With no proof anyone could hear. In our hearts a hopeful song. We barely understood. . Now we are not afraid. Although we know there's much to fear.
There's not a morning that I open up my eyes. And find I didn't dream of you. Without a warning, though it's never a surprise. Soon as I awake thoughts of you arise.
Welcome to my party. Glad you stumbled in. Welcome to my party. Baby, where's the ice?. . Who here's up for dancing?. Who here's new?. Welcome to party.
When I'm all alone. When I'm feelin blue. No one understands me baby. Nobody but you. Through all the sleepless nights. and rainy days. jealous sun the wind and you.
(Paul Diethelm & Bruce McCabe, 1998 Red Nunz Ltd. (SESAC)/Ryan Cory Music. (BMI)). The tar in the street starts to melt from the heat. And the sweats runnin' down from my hair.
(Jonny Lang & Jerry Lynn Williams, 1998 Langy Tunes (ASCAP)/Songs of Hamstein. Cumberland (ASCAP)/His Majesty Jerr Music) (ASCAP). Cry, don't cry for me.
In the white room with black curtains near the station.. Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.. Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes..
We're all beautiful. We're all beautiful. All over the world, every single boy and girl;. now you're beautiful. We've all earned the right to live satisfied.
Wunderbar, wunderbar!. There's our favorite star above. What a bright, shining star. Like our love it's wunderbar!. . Gazing down on the Jungfrau. From our secret chalet for two.
Were thine that special face?. The face which fills my dreaming. Were thine the rhythm'd grace. . Were thine the form so lithe and slender. Were thine the arms so warm, so tender.
Ah, what will Santa Claus say. When he finds everybody swingin?. What will Santa Claus say. When he hears that sing, sing, singin?. . Down the chimney, he will come.
Wonder flood the valley, tunnel feed the soil. Free advice with constant wit, never to recoil. Bums rush o'er the high grass field with shoes of plastic lace.
Without The Light. . Where my sorrow goes, there I'll be. Water runs up through my door. And washed me clean of my childhood. Dirt on the floor, a reminder.
Watch it bounce like water, meat under the stone. Throw up a leg and try to beg your way back home. Smell the coffee boil in the corner pot. Everything's in it but I can't make it stop.
Where Do I Go Now. . Walk for a hundred miles. Got me A thousand more to go. I walk a hundred miles. Got a thousand more to go. I can't quit my walking.
When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder. (traditional). . When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more. And the morning breaks eternal, bright and fair.