I?ve got an angel She doesn?t wear any wings She wears a heart that could melt my own She wears a smile that could make me want to sing She gives me
) To hear my prayers, my hopes, my dreams, my every need... (both) I pray for light in time of darkness. (Paula) (whistling of the tune by Paula Fuga and Jack Johnson
All at once the world can overwhelm me There?s almost nothin' that you could tell me That could ease my mind Which way will you run When it?s always
Do you remember when we first met? I sure do It was some time in early September Though you were lazy about it, you made me wait around I was so crazy
Oi lienda Bella che fa? Bonita, bonita que tal? But belle Je ne comprend pas francais So you?ll have to speak to me Some other way
I gotta get home, there's a garden to tend All the fruit's on the ground And the birds have all moved back into my attic whistling static When the young
The light was leaving, in the west it was blue The children's laughter sang Skipping just like the stones they threw The voices echoed across the way
It's really too bad He became a prisoner of his own past He stabbed a moment in the back with a brown thumb tack That held up the list of things he gotta
If I had eyes in the back of my head I would have told you that you looked good as I walked away And if you could've tried to trust the hand that fed
Well I can't give you everything you want But I could give you what you thought you need A map to keep beneath your seat You'll read to me, in time I'
Trouble travels fast when you?re specially designed for crash testing Or wearing wool sunglasses in the afternoon Come on and tell us what you?re trying
Well I was sitting, waiting, wishing You believed in superstitions Then maybe you'd see the signs Lord knows that this world is cruel And I ain't the
Well, you win, it's your show now So what's it gonna be? 'Cause people will tune in How many train wrecks do we need to see? Before we lose touch of
take shots to shoot back Defending his yard, yeah standing his ground I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert
a ***** take shots to shoot back Defending his yard, yeah standing his ground I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert
