Lyrics:
Heather S

hearing what's not being said So I think I'm hearing what's not being said I think I'm hearing what's, I think I'm hearing what's (I think I'm hearing

were always on the radio But everythin' has changed since then, they say it's for the good But I think it's a cryin' shame, Nashville's gone Hollywood

is a mother's son No war that can be won When every soldier is a mother's son No war that can be won When every soldier is a mother's son I keep a

Let's not talk about love Ahh, raa raa raa raa raa raa raa Ahh, raa raa raa raa raa raa raa Raa Here I stay here tonight And I make you feel alright Let's not talk about Let's

Laddie O We'll climb that hill And we'll fight the foe What means your belt and rowel When your face is turned to white With the north realm's howl

frequently, yes while I'm asleep, It's surreal yet its real it's absurd, One or minute or six, yes that's how they affix, or is it? The science

through Here from below the sky's a painting In a child's room with the future waiting But not for me I look up at the birds flying overhead My sentinel's

Who would've thought that pretending was easier It's only love But love.. should make us strong It's only love But love.. has been hurting so.. long And it's

Translation: Elton John and Tim Rice's Aida soundtrack. Elaborate Lives [heather Headley].