Melissa Ferrick - I will arrive
Tekst :
Love doesn t know
An unknown heart
An unknown soul
No love doesn t know me
Not for real
So then who am I
On this mapless trip
To think that I could make love to you
Holding on to my fists
So I just let go
and I let you in
But I m afraid that I d fall apart limb by limb
So I hold on to the dream that one day
I will arrive
So them who are you
Standing in the midcst of doubt
But you re always smiling
From the inside out
And I think you know
Ya the answers I seek
It s that love knows you baby
And it knows when you re weak
Chorus
So I am
At the station
You are waiting
Holding my heart at your side
At the station
You are waiting
Holding my heart at your side
Chorus (twice)
Inne utwory
Westbound Faking Hello dad Then so it is Hold on Willing to wait What have i got to lose Beijing The Juliana Hatfield song Love song Take me all North Carolina Wonder why The meaning of love Other side Losowe utwory
[Intro: Mario Winans] (Foxy) {P. Diddy}
Oh baby, I can t live with you I can t live without you {yeah}
Live with you I can t live without you, babe {I like this}
Oh babe, oh I can t live with you I can t live...
Victim of fortune
Servant of fate
The force that surrounds you
There s no escape
We can t control the will of destiny
Or the course of the stars
Still we journey for the secret of life
To find who we are meant...
Nie chcę wcale zmieniać swych wad
Nie mam wiary w twój wielki świat
Coraz wolniej biegnę
I szybciej widzę, że nie tak miało być
Ref:
Nie ten świat, a jednak ten sam
Nie ta twarz, a jednak to ja
Budzę czas, a...
Theres peace in the valley and the scums moving in
And Im here in rallee, really.
But what does it matter when youre doin well
Im just here getting sadder, really.
Hang on, hang on, brother. hang on, hang on.
Hang on to your head
Hang on to your heart
Hang on, hang on.
Theres noise from the...
Hej, drodzy Państwo, już za chwilę
Jednych to śmieszy, innych wzrusza
Róże, anioły i motyle
Magik wyciągnie z kapelusza
Oto nadchodzi, orkiestra tuż
Zachwyt widowni - jak nosi frak
Ktoś rzuca różę z bocznych lóż
A mistrz się kłania, daje znak
I nagle w dłoni mu zakwita
Burzą fioletu i...