Sometimes a song...
Is just there, at the end of a small path, down which you are led ... to hear for the 4ooth time, and for the first time....
LATE FOR THE SKY
The words had all been spoken
And somehow the feeling still wasn't right
And still we continued on through the night
Tracing our steps from the beginning
Until they vanished into the air
Trying ( Read more... )
LATE FOR THE SKY
The words had all been spoken
And somehow the feeling still wasn't right
And still we continued on through the night
Tracing our steps from the beginning
Until they vanished into the air
Trying ( Read more... )
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sending you a close hug
wrapping my arms around you and holding on
helping to ride out the storm
look in the mirror and see me with you
holding you and smiling at you
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