Lyrics:
I wander
Through this land
And deep in wonder
I tread the sand
And I'm blinded
By a brilliant light
It pulls me in
Into the night
I've lost you
In
my head to get into the melody, yeah
Day to day, I tell you
Day by day
I see faces all around me
When they start to smile
I just stop for
gone
You try not to be afraid
Bound down by all of these
Things that they say
And you feel like you're all by yourself
But I’ll be right here
When
Battle by battle
Blow by blow
I will remain yours til you take me home
Battle by battle
Blow by blow
I will remain yours til you take me home
I
of the trees
Your chiselled body polished by the gods
Teasing your skin I touch your quads
Your rolling hips like sugar candy
Loving you is my operandi
each patchwork row The valley of the shadow cannot call her from her seams Piece by piece and stitch by stitch in fading candle glow Until finishing her
We've all been hurt by love
It's out of our hands
But for all it's worth
I'm drawing a line that's in the sand
Another morning just won't do
I
New Orleans Ladies
A sassy style that will drive you crazy
And they hold you like the light
Hugs the wick when this candle's burning.
Them Creole
the tears
Mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays
I
Choirs will be singing Silent Night
Christmas carols by candle light
Please come home for Christmas
Please come home for Christmas
If not for Christmas
Time slips by in the hourglass
You can hear your name
Sand slides through the stranger's hand
As he deals the game.
All the candles are burning
He was sitting in the corner
At a table all alone
A candle burnin' in the darkness
His glass of wine was almost gone
And something about him felt
the tears
Mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays
I
Far from the madding crowd
The buskers sing by candle light
In front of Bewleys Store
A young nun offers me a chair
At a table by the door
And I
New Orleans Ladies
A sassy style that will drive you crazy
And they hold you likr the light
Hug the wick when this candle's burning.
Them
October 1997)
I am tired, should I care anymore?
The rusty claws who reach for me are too far away
sense no anger for that, be at one
The sleaze
A handsome caballero caught my eye
I stood enchanted as he wandered by
And never knowing that it come from me
I went and said frenesí
He stopped and raised
First to come and last to go
I walk by Christmas windows Full of things I'll never own Things
I cannot give you My fortune's set in stone
We've all been hurt by love
It's out of our hands
But for all it's worth
I'm drawing a line in the sand
Another morning just won't do
I need
falling, oh yes indeed!
And I love it when you call my name
I love it when you call my name
Both ends of the candle burnt by the flame
Yeah I love it
compte coeur
est débiteur (se meurt) sans elle,
la vie est bien moins belle,
sans vous, sans nous, sans être.
words by: Robert-gil BARLAT MARECHAL 1997
the Blood of Christ
Time to think of the future
Time to think about Christ
I remember that time by the swimming pool
Around about 1997
I was lost, I was
You must be daddy's little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You must be daddy's little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
Why it's
It glittered and it gleamed
For the arriving beauty queen
A ring and a car
Now you're the prettiest by far
No party she'd not attend
No
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