There is no good reason. I should have to be so alone. I'm smothered by this emptiness. Lord, I wish I was made of stone. . Like a fool I lent my soul to love.
There is no good reason. I should have to be so alone. I'm smothered by this emptiness. Lord, I wish I was made of stone. . Like a fool I lent my soul to love.
There is no good reason. I should have to be so alone. I'm smothered by this emptiness. Lord I wish I was made of stone. Like a fool I lent my soul to love.
I hear a lot of stories, I suppose they could be true. All about love and what it can do to you. High is the risk of striking out, the risk of getting hurt.
My folks own the land round here. And our big old house now for some fifty odd years. We'd all seen a few rough days. But I never dreamed I'd watch it all get swept away.
I hear a lot of stories. I suppose they could be true. All about love. And what it can do to you. . Highest risk of striking out. The risk of getting hurt.