Ingrid is my name. Silver Ingrid be my teacher, show me laughter laced with love. Tell my theories of the wind song on the wings of a dove. Silver Ingrid
god damn, you were the best. a dozen roses couldn't say goodbye to all the heartache so I left them in the garden. the swollen eclipse now leaves me
I call you my friend And thats all that I do Why do I have to pretend To find ways to be around you? You've been there all along Holding my hand like
They say that home is where the heart is I guess I haven't found my home And we keep driving round in circles Afraid to call this place our own And
When I would play my song You used to sing along. I always seem to forget How fragile are the very strong. I'm sorry I can't steal you I'm sorry I can
I just want to be ok, be ok, be ok I just want to be ok today I just want to be ok, be ok, be ok I just want to be ok today I just want to feel today
Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you Like
Charlie don't let the girls hurt your heart Don't let the angry boys tear you apart I know you're tired of not fittin' in But its not fitting in that
There's a corner of your heart for me. There's a corner of your heart just for me. I will pack my bags just to stay in the corner of your heart. Just
I woke up this morning with a funny taste in my head. Spackled some butter over my whole grain bread. Something tastes different, maybe it's my tongue
The colored lights, they brightly shine. Unlike your eyes avoiding mine. The snow is folding sheet upon sheet. Our hands not holding as we cross the
Sometimes in the morning When I wake up I see your face But you are in a new life In a new love, in a new place Oh, the heart holds many hands My dear
Look at yourself Are you sad? Are you sad? Don't be afraid It's not bad to be sad Dust off your hands And reach into foreign lands Of your mind Dont
What if we stop having a ball? What if the paint chips from the wall? What if there's always cups in the sink? What if I'm not what you think I am?
I will live my life as a lobsterman's wife on an island in the blue bay. He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea, And close to my heart he
(1, 2, 3, 4) Though the days are long Twilight sings a song Of a happiness that used to be Soon my eyes will close (soon my eyes will close) Soon I'
Rolled around on kitchen floors. Tied my tongue in pretty bows with yours. And now we pass and just like glass I see through you, you see through me
On a highway along the atlantic I'm rifling through these last 17 years. The radio waxes romantic. It's lullabies fill our eyes with tears. We don't
