it or not We've got each other and that's a lot For love - we'll give it a shot We're half way there Livin' on a prayer Take my hand and we'll make
or not We've got each other and that's a lot For love - we'll give it a shot We're half way there Livin' on a prayer Take my hand and we'll make
There are days when she's a whisper Nights when she's a scream A reason to wake up in the morning To close your eyes and dream She'll curse you like a
We've got each other and that's a lot For love - we'll give it a shot Chorus: Whooah, we're half way there Livin' on a prayer Take my hand and
and the blues. Oh and the blues, I got the blues, that's me! I awoke in relief, my sheets and tubes were all tangled, weak from whiskey and pills in
happens when my love cries You make my heart sing [3x] When love cries You make my heart sing [3x] When love cries...love cries...love cries And when
Love abandons the soil, leaves a shade... It whispers 'goodbye' as we quietly fade... away! The brightness fades in my eyes but nightfall calms all my cries
... for me! The fading moon cries in vain, as the rising sun reflects my pain. We sail on seas of guilt and shame, but still we feed this love-lost flame
... And so am I But still I pretend to be strong Still I wonder where I belong You whisper to me gently in my sleep To leave this world behind And I
dance floor Remind me, baby, of you Teardrops in my eyes Next time I'll be true, yeah Whispers in the back room She cries on every tune, every tune And
Everytime the rain comes down I close my eyes and listen I can hear the lonesome sound Of the sky as it cries Listen to the rain Here it comes again
understands Is it clear enough that you can't live your whole life all alone? I can hear you when you whisper, but you can't even hear me screaming And
names it has blown in the past With this crutch, its old age and its wisdom It whispers, "No, this will be the last." And the wind cries Mary
it has blow in the past? And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom it whispers no, this will be the last And the wind cries Mary
, seen their ragged flight Children of the jungle, mothers of the night A boy of ten by the roadside lies Hears his future in whispers and cries And clutching