Another look into her might just free me now. I feel the drowning pounding of her pain And her dreams like eyes, As she looks into my sin. So knowing
I could be a victim of our red, white, and blue. I work the day, I earn my pay, I want to find a way back to my baby blue. I still can see pictures of
Hold on to your love, But don't hold on too tight. And death is just a word we use to counter life. We blame it on the dove, When we cannot be free. We
If I take this opportunity to tell you what happened, Will it destroy our unity? Will there be nothing left to tap into? I hate to lay this on you,
It's four o'clock in the mornin', I hate to call you when it's stormin', But I didn't have a choice. I know you must be sleepin', Don't wanna wake you
at their perfect flight. She sees me watching her As she climbs and circles round, Now she's falling and I hear him calling her As their wings cut through the blue
