will not let it leave Can you feel the winds are changing? How do you know the sun is shining when you?re blind? Your way out is your reflection smiling back
speak about your pain for you How long can you burn for anyways Turning over and back again with tongues ablaze like lions without teeth, hungry Staring
get higher Gambling with a bunch of fakes and liars Real talk 'cause the real New York Is the pain and the suffering of lost love Staring off into the distance
I?m writing you this letter from some old hotel I can feel the distance between us From the Spanish Steps to the Liberty Bell I know the angels have
like lines on an old sailors chart You climb back in and fire the ignition Put your hands on the wheel and head into the distance The distance between
s nearly back to Asheville I'm staring out at a south Georgia rain Wonderin' if I'll ever touch her again If there were only miles between us I'd be
one touch I?ll heal the humble dying And only with one look I?ll bring him back to life And only with my stare I?ll open the masses? eyes Bringing justice between
With An Angel There Staring Right Back At Me Placed In These Working Man?s Arms By The Hands Of The Father Oh, Mary Full Of Grace, Blessed The Love Between
between our lips And the lies we thoughtlessly wove I knew your essence once At our time when the sunset and I touched you In the slanting room, just south of the past Between
higher Gambling with a bunch of fakes and liars Real talk 'cause the real New York Is the pain and the suffering of lost love Staring off into the distance
circles inside me and when we're older we'll go back to being friends but oh, here comes that feeling again Gotta keep on moving through these distances between
small beige pocketbook in the den. "what do you think it is? " sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back. she stared
I'm writing you this letter from some old hotel I can feel the distance between us From the Spanish Steps to the liberty bell I know the Angels have seen
your life like lines on an old sailors chart You climb back in, fire the ignition Put your hands on the wheel, head into the distance The distance between
, with my back against the wall All I can do, is look the other way, and pretend that your face held a smile. Not to see your sullen eyes, staring past