Radio. Live transmission.. Radio. Live transmission.. . Listen. To the silence. Let it ring on.. Eyes. Dark grey lenses. Frightened. Of the sun.. We would have.
So this is permanence, love's shattered pride. What once was innocence, turned on its side. A cloud hangs over me, marks every move. Deep in the memory, of what once was love.
See my true reflection,. cut off my own connections,. i can see life getting harder,. so sad is this sensation,. reverse the situation,. i can't see it getting better..
Made the fatal mistake,. like i did once before,. a tendency just to take,. til the purpose turned sour,. Strain, take the strain, these days we love,.
Moved in a hired car and I find no way to run. Adds every moment longer had no time for fun. . Just something that I knew I had to do. But through it all I left my eyes on you.
Procession moves on, the shouting is over. Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone. Talking aloud as they sit round their tables. Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Procession moves on, the shouting is over. Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone. Talking aloud as they sit round their tables. Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Radio, live transmission.. Radio, live transmission.. . Listen to the silence, let it ring on.. Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.. We would have a fine time living in the night,.
(Billy Sherrill, Jenny Strickland, Carmol Taylor). . (man speaks):. Dearly beloved, we are gathered together,. In the presence of God, and these witnesses,.
Don't play with me. Don't stay with me. Don't play with me unless it's for real. (Don't stay with me unless it's for real). Don't stay with me unless it's for real.
So this is permanent, love's shackled cry. What once was innocent turned on it's side. A cloud hangs over me marks every move. Deep in the memory, what once was love.