How can you be so warm?. How can you know what I feel, I feel, I feel. It's the way you move your hands. And it's the way you understand. . And that's the reason that I'm askin'.
Can you be so warm?. Can you know what I feel?. But it's the way you move your hands. And it's the way you understand. . And that's the reason that I'm asking.
That calling from that porch again. Low dress blowing in the wind. (I should have known I'd regret it later). But she blow like a Tsunami. I like it like that.
I got a little bit of reason. For everything I've done. I might just serenade the moonlight. . And I get so lonely in this crowd. I want to scream but make no sound.
They say you're off, a bit confused. But when the day is done, I'll be with you. I like your eyes, they say you're true. The others whisper and lie. .
And they say your life was marked. And you were wondering if it would ever start. Stop. . Sunlight on a razor blade three different souls. And the lives they made.
And though you will say I'm wrong.. It's much easier with you along.. And Sundays were made for this.. Seeing Bond give the villain a kiss. . Holding your face in the glow.
(Written by Kevin Griffin). . I wrote a three page note. So I could ask you why you live your life. (disregard the pretense that you made).. Come alive, come alive, watch the city go by..
I wrote a three page note. So I could ask you why you live your life. Disregard the pretense that you made. Come alive, come alive, watch the city go by.
I wrote a three page note. So I could ask you why you live your life. Disregard the pretense that you made. Come alive, come alive, watch the city go by.
I sit and watch your flowers wilting in the kitchen. I felt like I was one of them gasping for air. I go from room to room hoping to find your presence.
I wanna start, I wanna find. I need to know where you gonna hide. 'Cause I'm out of breath, my air is gone. Running to see you, being alone. . 'Cause you really want to settle the truth.
I got a little bit of hope like a soap on a rope. Sweeter than sour, getting thinner by the hour. Fallin' fast and Im runnin' out of gas. Muggin' on your sister, smart as Bobby Fischer.
Past the road to your house. Will you never called home?. Where they turned out the lights. Though they say you'll never know. . I remember runnin'. Through the wet grass.
You're a long walk in a rain storm. You're a cut that refuses to heal. . You're a dull ache that I can't shake. You're a cold that's clogging up my head.
You cleaned out your room. And under your bed. Lay a picture long forgotten. With a hand to your head. You sigh out loud. As a memory rushes over and buries you.
Headin' out your heart beatin' in your head. Ridin' on the Texas wind. Raise your feet as you cross the state line. . Wakin' up the Mesa sun and the sky.
Well, how the times have changed. Lookin' back, it seems so clear now. Everything you wanted in your life. Everything is certain. . Try and understand.
On a Tuesday in December, when you walked out I remember. You were smiling as you turned around. In the hallway, lingered in the doorway. Still the words you said to me, they make me think of how we used to be.
Wake me up, slap my face. Draw me closer in to your embrace. . 'Cause nobody wants to be the butt of every joke. And nobody wants to be the one to pull the rope.