(Toussaint) The touch of your lips next to mine Gets me excited makes me feel fine The touch of your hand Your sweet hello The fire inside you When
(Bird, Costello, Toussaint) Not a soul was stirring Not a bird was singing, at least not within my hearing I was five minutes past caring Standing in
(Costello, Toussaint) There's a place Where words mean nothing or much less Such a disgrace We got to get out of this mess Coming in under the cover
(Toussaint) Freedom for the stallion Freedom for the mare and her colt Freedom for the baby child Who has not grown old enough to vote. Lord, have mercy
(Costello, Toussaint) The streets were deserted and the house was dark Down in the basement there was the faintest spark Three boys hoping to make their
(Toussaint) I may do things you don't understand But remember I'm only doing the best I can Every little thing I do I'm trying to get closer to you
(Toussaint) Sunrise Sunset Since the beginning it hasn't changed yet People fly high begin to lose sight You can't see very clearly when you're in flight
(Costello, Toussaint) Six-Fingered Man Playing a seven-string guitar There are Seven Deadly Sins Any one of them can do you in Take what you lost from
(Toussaint) Wake up early in the morning I got you on my mind Even a simple phone call would suit me just fine Tears, tears and more tears I can't
(Toussaint) The greatest love I ever loved Was the love I had for you The greatest wish I ever wished Was when I wished that you love me too But I
kiss There must be something better than this 'Cos I don't see how it can get much worse What do we have to do to send The river in reverse Every man
(Costello, Toussaint) I wore my finest suit of clothes The sharpest thorn defending the rose Hot as a pistol Keen as a blade The sharpest thorn upon
(Costello, Toussaint) Where is the love It's such a ruthless business Where is the faith The hope and the forgiveness Twisting the words you say until
(Toussaint) When I'm down and out she stays by me without a doubt And if I stumble like I'm gonna fall She's right there at my beck and call She's my
(Toussaint) We may seem happy like everything's alright But from the outside looking in Everything's uptight But deep down inside we're covering up