[music by Dream Theater] [Instrumental]
How can I tell you what is in my heart? How can I measure each and every part? How can I tell you how much I love you? How can I measure just how much
... Adesso che sei piu grande di me e non ti vedo piu adesso che il tuo sorriso non c'e manchi tu. Ora che sei gia arrivata e non corri piu io che cosa
[includes quotes from Bolero (Ravel), The Battle Hymn Of The Republic (Steffe/Howe) and Happy Days Are Here Again (Yellen/Ager)] [Warner Theatre, Washington
We're waiting for you Come and join us now We need you with us Come and join us now Look inside your mind See the darkness creeping out I can see
All creation cries to you Worshipping in Spirit and in truth Glory to the faithful one Jesus Christ God's son All Creation gives you praise You alone
From the moment I opened my heart You gave me Your love from heaven above King of Glory, Jesus You'll always be mine Lord I love You, it's all I can
(by Tal Bachman) She's blood, flesh, and bone. No tucks or silicone She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound. But somehow I can't believe that anything
Great is the Lord, He is holy and just By His power we trust In His love Great is the Lord He is faithful and true By His mercy He proves He is love Chorus
rise on wings of dawn Or drift in seas of doubt Even there Your strong right hand Has never failed to guide me out Great is Your faithfulness To carry on
Que grande es este amor Que sientes tu que siento yo Que se siente mas y llena mas y mas a nuestro corazon Y estoy tan feliz que puedo decir que no me
your memory Dreaming dreams of what used to be When she left I was cold inside That look on my face was just pride No regrets no love no tears Living on
memory Dreaming dreams of what used to be When she left I was cold inside That look on my face was just pride No regrets, no love, no tears Living on
la terre et nous si petits Si grande est la terre et nous si petits Que je desespere qu'il vienne jusqu'ici Oui mais quand il voyage, on m'a dit qu'
he done a bunk Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk God save Martin Boorman and nazis on the run They wasn't being wicked God
qu'on vit C'est pas grand ou on vit On a grandi, on n'a qu'une vie C'est pas grand ce qu'on vit C'est pas grand ou on vit On a grandi, on n'a qu'une