Lyrics:
won't believe a word, they say about you
Send me a paper have it notarized, too
That still won't mean a thing, till I hear it from you.
Draw up a picture
(all together)
Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)
Pictures in the sand.
If I didn't have a dime,
Would you still be loving me?
you into my picture
And I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could draw you into my picture
They surely would...
draw two eyes and make them bright
Because they've just seen a beautiful sight
Sketch in a mouth with a radiant grin
One coming deep from within
You've
pictures of peace and of strife,
There hang pictures of youth and of beauty,
Of old age, and the blushing young bride,
They all hang on the wall,
But
broken Your heart
But still You forgive
If only I ask
And how many times have You heard me pray
Draw near to me
Everything I need is You
My
me sing a love song to
A picture of you
I pretend that you're still here with me
Laughing just the way we used to be
But pictures they can't talk
Draw the water from the well
And stare beyond the plains
To where the mountains lie so still
But it's a long way that I have come
Across
No tongue in the bell
And the fishwives yell
But they might as well be mute
So you get to keep the pictures
That don't seem like much
Cold white
No tongue in the bell
And the fishwives yell
But they might as well be mute
So you get to keep the pictures
That don't seem like much
Cold white
for
So far away, they tell me
Boy, you're here to stay
Win, lose or draw
Letters unanswered and visits so few
Cold desperation I know
I guess
Sunday at the
Orange Grove Stand
They don't play grunge and
They don't play loud
It's the magic of the music
That still draws a crowd
Well, the word goes
Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
Sometimes I wonder which one'll be your last lie
Seems like lately there's a whole lot of leavin' goin' on
I close my eyes and picture you're hand in mine
I still hear your voice that takes me back
of piece and of strife
There hung pictures of youth and of beauty and of old age and a blushing young bride
But the saddest of all they don't hung
of gold
Seems like lately there's a whole lot of leaving goin' on
I close my eyes and picture your hand in mine
I still hear your voice, it takes me
Seems like lately there's a whole lot of leavin' goin' on
I close my eyes and picture your hand in mine
I still hear your voice that takes me back
Seems like lately there's a whole lot of leavin' goin' on
I close my eyes and picture your hand in mine
I still hear your voice that takes me back
watchin' pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I'ma pull out the Vacheron
Gold triggers,
love for me is gone
The memory lingers on
Darling, I still love you so
I threw your pictures into the fire
Oh my darling, what they meant to me
for
So far away, they tell me:
"Boy, You're here to stay; win, lose or draw"
Letters unanswered and visits so few
Cold desperation I know
I
Shares his neighbors with a building
Knows addresses of by heart
Draws a picture of his future
Keeps the paper close at hand
Packs his tongue
Rode into this cattle town this mornin'
Left my burro to check the market price
And I walked into the nearest barroom
They call it the Fool's Paradise
Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things but I'm the worst of them
Sometimes I wonder which one'll be your last lie?
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