I was reaching for the future Slowly floating in the blue When I was a boy I dreamed a dream of you I danced upon the tree top I drifted with the
First there was a fire that burned After came the sea Crawling through the rain and storm For youfor me Slowly walks the sacred fool Countenance
If the sun refused to shine I would still be loving you If mountains crumble to the seababy There will still be you and me-yeah Kind womanI give
Who guards the truth Oh lord most high A frightened dove in a starless skyoh-ohoh oh oh So highmost highso high Who hides the east from the blind
Do you gather flowers for me Moving softly through the trees With the scent against your arms Long ago I knew your charms As I walk through the
My mind is crackedI stand alone And my way is dark as night Back on the hillthe wind it moans And big black clouds fly by The rain fell downit drowned
Another day is ending And I remember when My worldcame falling down Out there the stars stop dancing Lost in my darkness now The rainkeeps falling
"Pages" What happens to a man when He spills his heart on a page and He watches words flow away then His feelings lie on the page alone There waiting
I'm Sending Him A 4 Page Letter, And I Enclosed It With A Kiss. And When I Write Him He Better, Get It On Time. Im Sending Him A 4 Page Letter, And
walk away gurl) The story will change (the story might change don't turn the page) Baby please don't turn the page You don't have 2 turn the page (
We spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streets. Idle now... i rearrange the furniture as you sleep. It's so appropriate... the way we amplify
par habitude tu vas ou je vais L'amour ne se conjugue plus qu'a l'imparfait Quand on se dit "je t'aime" par amitie C'est presque la derniere page Quand
, on the road again, there I am, up on that stage Here I go, playin' star again, there I go, turn the page And there I go, turn that page There
You smashed your head in the mirror, baby And kissed the frozen ground Yr ripped up sound The empty page has wasted down The empty page is ripped The empty page
i still recall every summer night like it was yesterday the time would never end and my friends were family nothing mattered more than the loyalty we
your hands We turn the pages Remember the days you've counted won't be forgotten I hope you won't leave yourself out When we turn the pages x2 Now
Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads, usin' ideas as my maps We'll meet on edges, soon
Physically I resemble a vulture - too close To meaning when the world is telling me - Don't go And I can't even sell myself. The moods Of a foreigner
