We ran across frozen mines Sweeping through gates of dawn As the sun was gleaming blue Gaping through me and you
If fear's what makes us decide Our future journey I'm not along for a life 'Cause I'm still yearning To try and touch the sky My fingers burning Before
(from "Sweet Home Alabama" soundtrack) If fear's what makes us decide Our future journey I'm not along for a life 'Cause I'm still yearning To try and
race benighted? He becomes the Lamb that taketh Sin away and for aye full atonement maketh. For our life His own He tenders And our race, by His grace
know, when the wind is high, And the storm gods race, and I'll be snugged up by my fire-place. Maybe feeding my little dog, or playing with my little cat. But unconsciously yearning
, obsessing me Void of any uncertainty Throughout my very soul Lost illusions of my control Resisting all hope of letting go Racing impulse of dark
drawings Prehistoric or religious Your accomplishments prodigious Seeking out the perfect tone Your language so clear Your voice perfectly turning As in the city I sit yearning
no fear I am Atticus now remember what I lost like hot coals in my hand from days gone by like Pandora adored the euphoria as her heart raced like love
a mansion high the young man stood Ready to join his companions good Outside the scent of magnolia blossoms Down streets of gold the children were racing
sets my heart to racing You?re my Sunday, Make my Monday come alive, Just like Tuesday you?re a new day, wakes me up, Wednesday?s raining, Thursday?s yearning
shine like diamond rings You're my Sunday, make my Monday come alive Just like Tuesday, you're a new day, wakes me up Wednesday's raining, Thursday's yearning
my soul on fire This world keeps turning, my heart keeps yearning It's beating like a drum roll You make me want to lose control Chorus My heart keeps racing
is a god (ba-do-ba) We should get laid today We watch those films, That make men cry, Young lovers kiss, Then fight, and die, We start to yearn, we
fear I am Atticus now Remember what I lost like hot coals In my hand from days gone by Like Pandora adored the euphoria As her heart raced Like love
show must go on Put on the face, win every race 'Cause only the strong can succeed And I keep up the pace, I won't leave a trace Of yearning for some
