Another day Marks another way Marks a new reason to hide It's true when you slip You slide On the ground Been pushed down by this Primitive pride My voice
alone for a while so you're not alone If you can hear a piano fall you can hear me coming down the hall if I could just hear your pretty voice I don
te Camminando verso casa mi sei tornata in mente A letto mi son girato e non ho ditto niente E ho ripensato alla tua voce cosA¬ fresca e strana Che dava
rhyme They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me lighten up Put some Mase in your voice Lord willin' I ain't killt
Some want to carve out my heart still love this I'm trying to hurt myself, still smoking But I'm a afraid of blood won't cut my wrist open Told you that I loved
go go go go go I'ma tear it up (Bobby Velentino verse 1) Excuse me miss but sexy can I Take you to my crib Make love on my piano Yea you know me lil'
, la, ba, loomba, wa, la, ba, loom She was the only one to love him up right Miss Thing, where you gonna go? You ever seen a man jump a piano? Gutter
a cadillac A little voice inside my head said, "don't look back. you can never look back." I thought I knew what love was - what did I know
possesion there goes my everything [ piano ] As my mem'ry turns back the pages I can see the happy years we've had before Now the love that kept this
a woodpecker's knee ABC, 123 fiddle-dum-dee-deee Come on and sing-along with me Bert: (Excuse me, I have one.) (various voices urge him on) (Yeah, you'll love
... I don't want the piano in here Ernie. ...well Sure, Bert, what's a sing-along without a piano? [starts to play piano] It's ME, that's what it is...
possesion there goes my everything [ steel - piano ] As my mem'ry turns back the pages I can see the happy years we had before Now the love that kept
you cus' you are my air cus' you are my air it's more than just love, joined at the hip, i find in someone feel what you feel the love is so real, this love
your lungs is a tiny little gift to me if you can hear a piano fall you can hear me coming down the hall if i could just hear your pretty voice I dont
, and Perfect You play me like a piano or a pastime. I could be your Voice of reason. You can be Impossible. I'm hanging like a spider in Suspended
shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me; I'm still counting electric sheep at night, in love with
used to be We can?t get back again Take this love David Usher: Lead vocals; backing vocals Jonathan Gallivan: Electric guitars; acoustic guitars Kevin Young: Electric piano; piano
I'm frozen like a photo, a sepia-colored picture, voices in the hall, line the flower on the wall. Me n Isabella, playin' the piano, melodies we pen,