(Dan Welch). . Tears keep rolling down your cheek. Your voice gets weak so you can't speak. Every day seems like a week. And that's what it's like to be lonesome..
If life is like a candle bright. Then death must be the wind. You can close your window tight. And it still comes blowing in. . So I will climb the highest hill.
The last time I thought about leavin'. Was the last time I made her cry. I talked myself out of believin'. That true, true love never dies. . The first time I.
The last time I thought about leavin'. Was the last time I made her cry. I talked myself out of believin'. That true, true love never dies. . The first time I.
If life is like a candle bright, death must be the wind. You can close your window tight and it still comes flowing in. So I will climb the highest hill and watch the rising sun.