I got lost in love With you Oh I got lost in In the arms of Boston I found you Yes, I found you Found you... (Thanks to Kristen for these lyrics)
If you're inclined to complain It doesn't matter He's got greater pain Any crisis takes it's toll Then he'll get down Let the bad times roll You'll
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Wandering o?er this world of woe But there?s no sickness, no toil no danger That bright land to which I go I?m going
Give me a moment Got to get this weight up off my chest Don't feed me sorrow Pain is a poison I digest Find yourself another soul to hold (You think,
To fall from the sky I would make no sound Take good care Take good care I can hold you And console you I can show you another rainbow Take good care
You were never one for waiting Still I always thought you'd wait for me And have you from your dreams awakened And from where you are what do you see
The angels were singing a sad country song It sounded like something of yours With a conscience as clear as the tear in your eye And a heart beaten golden
've prepared these statements far from truth maybe disbelief The sun is filled with ice The sun is filled with ice and I never cared for you And I never cared
I might have been a helpless soul With nothing much in store I might have been without a goal Just dreams and nothing more I might have known life alone
Ride this glorious night All lords from beyond Galaxial dust above the cosmic temple Decisions have taken Stars turn to dark The chains are tighter Slaves
It feels so good up to my skin. One more mile and it is sinking in. I have tried to make mine a tree. And not have so much of me. God has stolen my heart
When the Lord brought back captives of zion we are like those who dream and the mouths were filled with laughter and the towns with joy of shouting when
God don't care which path you fucking follow, Come with me and I will show you this, Drink the blood and swear your love for Satan, Drag his bloody knife
statements far from truth maybe disbelief The sun is filled with ice... [ guitar ] The sun is filled with ice... And I never cared for you and I never cared
I might have been a helpless soul with nothing much in store I might have been without a gold just dream and nothing more I might have known my life alone
Bản dịch: B.J. Thomas. Where Is The Christ In Christmas?.
