My house stands at the edge of glory. Steady as the seasons change. Dreams of grace arise before me. And they call me home again. . I went forth with no protection.
They're talkin' 'bout you baby, up and down the line. They say you're sweeter than peaches in the summertime. Sharper than the edge of a razor blade. Everybody says you got it made in the shade.
(kevin welch/wally wilson). . They're talkin' 'bout you baby, up and down the line. They say you're sweeter than peaches in the summertime. Sharper than the edge of a razor blade.