want you to come back and carry me home Away from these long lonely nights I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too? Does the feeling seem oh so right? And
There's a chance you will be there I'd like to know the truth, I'll find it out somehow The chances aren't too strong A chance you will be there, please
still For us this night, will always last With every breath until And if you find you're all alone Remember you have wings As long as there is air to breathe And
again And just when I thought time had set me free Those thoughts of you keep taunting me Holding you, a feeling I never outgrew Though each and every
so easy You want to carry on Lost in love and I don't know much Was I thinking aloud and fell out of touch? But I'm back on my feet And eager to be
it And I know just how to scheme I know just to when to face the truth And then I know just to when to dream And I know just to where to touch you And
I'm alright loving you Love and other bruises didn't have to choose us But it did and I'm alive and I'm trying to survive Love and other bruises makes
Close your eyes I want to see you tonight in my sweet dreams I think of your kiss as the days roll by And I'll write the words you love And what I can
Now the night has gone Now the night has gone away Doesn't seem that long We hardly had two words to say Hold me in your arms for just another day I
with you And all the things I never knew Seemed to come to me somehow Baby, love is here and now there's Two less lonely people in the world And it'
(Graham Russell) Sometimes when I look at you, I wonder why you're here wth me I'm not the perfect lover and there 's other things I'd like to be you
true, then why man can't cry Swallow his pride if he needs his life Baby, though I was your air supply Air supply [x6] Baby, though I was your air supply
it 'n died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply Hypnotized, not by the glitz 'n glamour So fuck them cameras, all I need is clips and
, I wanna play guitar Sing my songs and go real far I wanna be a country rock star I grew up with the radio on It was AM-FM all day long With hopes and
'n died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply Hypnotized, not by the glitz 'n glamour So fuck them cameras, all I need is clips and