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Florida coontie
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Ming fern
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Dianella
Walking iris
Chocolate cherries allamanda
Awabuki viburnum

Is there room in my heart
Words by Christopher Cross and John Bettis
Music by Christopher Cross and Michael Omartian
We all know how the story begins
How we fall so easily
The slowest night
The slowest dance
You sway across the room
As in a dream

An empty house
With empty rooms
I loved you so
But now you leave
(Dolly Parton)

She stands before the mirror 
Smiles at her reflection 
Striking sexy poses in the glass 
She paints her lips a brilliant red 
Piles
I had a hand me down ride painted rattle can red
Second hand tires with poor boy tread
Made a lot of almost love in the bed of that
Truck that got
Chris was no philosopher
He was an ordinary man
Twenty-four and running out of room
A rifle and a pack
And a sack of rice on his back
Guided by
red stopped I just stayed
In a room without a view

I met a one look girl in a two bit bar
I had a place, she had a car
I won her heart with my guitar
I
way
Where old red stopped I just stayed
In a room without a view
I met a one look girl in a two bit bar
I had a place she had a car
I won her heart
Words and music by Christopher Cross and Rob Meurer
It's a calm wind blowing on my skin
And I've been dreaming again
Now that we're all here

We
Christopher Cross Songs/Moonblind Music
March on through the rivers of red.
Flesh burns, it fills the air. 
Forced to fight, behind,
The crooked cross.

Time melts away in this living
Bat bit and ten (?)
White stick with a red light
Floats past her on the right
White stick on the rock
Roping in the wind
Are you hungry?

Do
Operator, help me please
Room service got me on my knees
They got the same ole ham and rye
Give me fillet gumbo, crawfish pie

I want it Red
to say
(Sun in an empty room)
Then said already anyways
(Sun in an empty room)

By parallelograms of light
(Sun in an empty room)
On walls that we
A cross on a chain 
Or a thunder cloud rolling 
A Bible in a hotel room 
Or lights on an evergreen 
Tombstones on the hillside 
Or a little
got that 
Red voodoo style; red voodoo... 
Walk on by Sergeant Pepper style 
Don't get that pepper in your eye (uh-huh) 
What do you say, fellas,
Finds it's way into my room
All I need is you

We called that love
All you have is kisses
And all I need is you

All the fallen angels
Roostin' in
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains
And ten-cent red roses from department store counters
Watching the moonlight reflect off the river
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains
And ten-cent red roses from department store counters
Watching the moonlight reflect off the river
Rainbow eyes, red yellow blue
Rainbow eyes, I see you
Splashing color everywhere that you go
Fireworks explode when you cross the room
The air I
on ice
In the living room they're playing naked Twister and dice
The security and pussy will both be tight
But I'm on the list for tomorrow night!
I am the spiritual kind
I keep a cross in my pocket for some peace of mind
I hold onto it when I need a little faith
When I'm lost, I find I'm
Your name
For me you left Your throne
And traded crown for thorns instead
I'm safe within not by Your skin
But because Your blood was red

Some say
I live five years I gonna bust my back, yes I will

Easy wind cross the Bayou today
'Cause there's a whole lotta women, mama
Out in red on the streets
horns atop his head
In between a mop of hair that's red
And in his nose a ring of gold
It smells of monkey's feet and mold
Its toes are black
Its fur