A beautiful dream I want to dream you A beautiful dream I want to hold you In the dark it would seem That no one sees me like you do No one moves the
I could feel from miles away The time you spent and the games you played In his eyes and his name upon your tongue Oh, but I kept walkin' Through the
The day God closed her eyes My mother says She felt twenty angels That came through the window and helped him to fly My sisters wept and I stepped Further
Do you hear those distant voices And sounds through the flames The deafening drone of these clanking machines In the lights it's the same We're trying
Waiting tables at your restaurant job An old man reads the paper in the booth where I stop To say hello when I'm in town Ask a friend if you're around
I stood under Ohio's skies I could see the open fields for miles I thought "what the hell am I doing back here again?" But now I'm trying to reassemble
There was blue green clay On the banks that day As we left the world behind It was upstream then Like it's upstream now In this livelong outside There
[Verse 1: Drake] Yeah Uh, This verse start's as my sniper hits they mark And your guards fall down from a rifle to the heart Like, clap, clap, let em
Aoi sora ga sukoshizutsu Orenji iro ni katamuite Yagate sore ga mazariai Machi wo fukaku somete iku Kimi wa naite ita no? Boku wa furimukazu ni ita
How should I start? I'm so confused By now I'm sure you heard the news Cats I got workin' on the block, Got a plot for me to stop In my heart, I can't
There I was on a July morning I was looking for love With the strength of a new day dawning And the beautiful sun At the sound of the first bird singing
Wanting you beside myself Cause I feel like this for no body else I used to wonder what its like inside your mind I thought I was over this When did
Way up in the clouds Angels don't fly Big silver birds Re-writing the sky Taxi & take off now I close your eyes Look out of the window Watch the ground
This man was no deceiver This man was never wrong You must beware, believer This prophecy is strong The prophet has predicted Four hundred years ago
It's yet to be determined but the air is thick and my hope is feeling worn i'm missing home and i'm glad you're not a part of this there's parts of me
There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house And how it green grows there And we've got special boots to beat the path to my house And it
Come clean through the waves of debris. The mind's eye is first to go, so hang onto that number like gold. And get thee back to the old truth, July
My Lord King You stoop to betray your own people And even in the eyes of God Do you not relent? I am therefore bound by no other course I shall raise