I don't know why she adores me Why I'm the man of her dreams She thinks that I am her hero I'm not even sure what love means Don't let her know she's
I feel it, you feel it that this was meant to be I know it, you know it that you were made for me We can't deny this any longer, day by day it's getting
I just want to tell you, all the things you are And all the things you mean to me When I find myself believing, there's no place to go When I feel the
A pilgrim on a pilgrimage Walked across the Brooklyn Bridge His sneakers torn in the hour When the homeless move their cardboard blankets And the new
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of There is no one on earth I'm afraid of And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when
No mountains too high, for you to climb All you have to do is have some climbing faith, oh yeah No rivers too wide, for you to make it across All you
She lived like she knew, nothing lasts Didn't care to look like anyone else And she was beautiful, so beautiful I still hear her laugh like she's here
One day, one night, one moment My dreams could be tomorrow One step, one fall, one falter
What can I say when I can't find the words To possibly explain what I'm feeling inside? I tried to believe, my hope got flattened everyday that passed
And this is the last time That I'm ever gonna come here tonight And this is the last time I will fall Into a place that fails us all inside Well I can
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For the break that will make it ok There's always some reason to feel not good enough And it's hard
Wise man said, "Just walk this way To the dawn of the light The wind will blow into your face As the years pass you by" "Hear this voice from deep inside
I don't know why these niggaz don't see what I see in you girl Bad girl, yup She got an ass like loaf of bread you wanna slice But she's the girl, you
No matter where I roam I will return to my English rose For no bonds can ever tempt me from she I've sailed the seven seas Flown the whole blue sky But
A son who is cursed with a harridan mother Or a weak simpering father at best Is raised to play out the timeless classical motives Of filial love and
I gotta take a little time A little time to think things over I better read between the lines In case I need it when I'm older In my life there's been
It's not I who sought the novice It's the novice who sought me The cook went blind, drank too much And fed his guest on angeldust Where did the pain