The music stopped in my hand My hand, my hand Sadly smiled the band The band, the band Softly echoes your laughter Riddled with tears When time is stolen
let me tell you about this story (la la la la) yeahhh quarter to five, been up all night she's not home, and I don't know why anybody seen my baby girl
We watch the season pull up its own stage And catch the last weekend of the last week Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced Another sun soaked
How did you steal my heart from me I thought it was safe, that I'd hidden the key But you crept in and shattered all my dreams How did you steal my heart
I'm a fugitive Running from the life that I was meant to live Looking for somewhere that I can lay my head I'm lucky if I make it through the night But
We were inseparable, somehow invincible The way you touch me deep inside left me beyond insatiable There was no one ever You were irreplaceable Hit by
Let truth be told Until it's sold Silence is golden Too bad it's all been stolen Stolen, stolen, stolen Our defense is your defense Your defense in some
Stole my wife, stole my money Stole my car and that ain't funny Stole my weed, stole my car Stole my words, they won't get far Stolen Stole from me
What would you say to me if I sold my soul To the devil Would you knel to me and deny Yourself the effection What would you say to me if I sold my soul
you were just a thing weren't supposed to feel it and you noticed god damn fool what bring though i can't conceal it you know it's not easy even if
You were my eyes when I couldn't see You were my air when I couldn't breathe I think you always knew what you meant to me And you were my strength when
I met love on the gravel road While I was walking alone She was so gentle and sweet Kissed my hands, kissed my feet She poured me a glass of deep red
Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame Friendless he appears, he hides behind his tears
I stole a car just to get me away I only kept it for half a day I took the car just to get to the place To see the girl with the prettiest face And when
I?m tossing in my sleep trying to shut him up With fevered dreams Its only been a week a half hearted fantasy Wondering what he sees in me In our separate
Ero un tennista E il campo da gioco era sempre bagnato Guardavo quella porcheria di faccia immersa dentro al fango E quelle scarpe sempre biancheeee Il
(J. Baez) The music stopped in my hand My hand My hand Sadly smiled the band The band The band Softly echoes your laughter Riddled with tears When time