Testi:
Hanson Stories

blessing from above Stories will be told, oh Until we're old Stories will be told Until the end of time Stories will be told Until we're old Stories

(i. hanson/t. hanson/z. hanson) When we were young stories were told That I would kiss you sweet like People said there was a connection between us Now

from above Stories will be told, oh Until we're old Stories will be told Until the end of time Stories will be told Until we're old Stories will be

from above Stories will be told, oh Until we're old Stories will be told Until the end of time Stories will be told Until we're old Stories will be

Where his wheels left the road, broken glass and twisted steel Were the only traces left of that worn out Oldsmobile Oh, the mist hung on that mountain

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father; There is no shadow of turning with Thee; Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not; As Thou hast

It's so hard to explain Like the feeling of the wind when it hits you Expected and possibly connected To everything around you But now it's so hard

Does the sky have stars to spare Because I can't stand to stare At something so distant A dream so close It seems, just reach out and pull one down

Allow me to orchestrate All the feelings to demonstrate How this night affects my memory and my voice And if I am going slow enough Can you comprehend