Tekst:
The Roches A Dove

A dove settled on the sill And I called my cat Love, if looks could kill And that was that The glass of the windowpane And away she flew Over the grass

I'm holdin' to the Lord I'm holdin' to the Lord Oh, if I could I surely would stand on the rock Where Moses stood Sinners run and hide your face Sinners

Making a choice between platinum and heart. Making a choice between platinum and heart. Scream scream scream That you have another hit. Scream scream