There are still some that say I should be stuck in my ways Restricted in my style, livin' ground hog days It's so easy for you to just keep on dismissing
The song of Solomon The song of everyone Who walks the path Of the solitary heart The soul cries out Hear a woman singing Don't want your bullshit, yeah
One more step to the top of the city Where just a couple of pigeons are livin' Up on the angel's shoulders I don't know if I'm closer to heaven but It
Oh she move like the diva do I said "I'd love to dance like you" She said "Just take off my red shoes Put them on and your dream'll come true" With no
See those trees Bend in the wind I feel they've got a lot more sense than me You see I try to resist A rubberband bouncing back to life A rubberband
And you huh? You do huh? We let it in We give it out And in the end What's it all about? It must be love I give you my I give you my You give me your
Some moments that I've had Some moments of pleasure I think about us lyin' Lyin' on a beach somewhere I think about us divin' Divin' off a rock, into
Split me open With devotion You put your hands in And rip my heart out Eat the music Does he conceal What he really feels? He's a woman at heart And
Constellation of the heart We take all the telescopes And we turn them inside out And we point them away from the big sky Put your eye right up to
We take all the telescopes and we turn them inside out And we point them away from the big sky Push your eye right up to the glass now And here we'll
Oh big stripy lie moving Like a wavy line Coming up behind All young gentle dreams drowning In life's grief Can you hang on me? Don't want to hurt you
{Oh thou, who gives sustenance to the universe From whom all things proceed To whom all things return Unveil to us the face of the true spiritual sun
This chapter says 'Put it out of your mind' Mmm, give it time The fine purple The purest gold The red of the sacred heart The grey of a ghost The L of
Designer names and diamond rings are just some of the finer things I thought it took to keep her satisfied But a bank account and credit cards, a circle
Heroes in Tennis Shoes (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) Heroes in tennis shoes Not everyone can play that game But isn
Paroles et musique : Guy Beart © Droits reserves 1 Dans la neige y'avait deux souliers, deux souliers, Dans la neige qu'etaient oublies. Passe un homme
Dans la neige y avait des souliers, deux souliers, dans la neige, qui etaient oublies. Passe un homme qui marche a grands pas, a grands pas, passe un
Ca faisait deux petits mois d'amour Qu'on s'connaissait Pas un seul accroc dans l'parcours C'etait parfait On a fini par s'faire l'amour On a choisi notre
