: I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever, and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror. I don't wanna
: My three guardian angles say Each time you smile that way Dangers lies that way No-one will believe me For that sort of thing's beneath me But I keep
and the towns around Montrose, but even as he sleeps, they're loading bombs into the hills, and the waters in the lochs can run deep, but never still
: You're only two and the whole wild world revolves around you, and nothing happened yet that you might ever wish to forget. It doesn't stay that way
you're down again and you see nothing but rain. You put your friends through hell and that's why we get along so well. You see, I always was your girl
: I have a friend and she comes from the high plains wise as the hills and fresh as the rains I have a friend and she taught me daring threw back the
of diaries and old letters For they do nothing But feed my memory But really you should know me better For I am too fond of the past But I think I am
: Let me tell you about this torch I carry It's not much of a career And it won't make my fortune I fear But it stays alight and won't be buried It's
calls, "This is where you belong." And I'm lonesome for a place I know. Oh but Florence you tempt me (here) to stay, Amidst your hills to while my years away. But
: Apron strings hanging empty crazy things my body tells me i want someone to tie to my lonely apron strings apron strings waiting for you pretty
I was born in one and lived there for eighteen years. Then when I was nineteen. I thought the Humber would be the gateway from my little world into the real world. But
you Just be on time, spare me your shame, for once don't mention her name. Now I cannot claim angel's wings, but mention her name and I'll wreck everything
Apron strings hanging empty crazy things my body tells me i want someone to tie to my lonely apron strings apron strings waiting for you pretty
I have a friend and she comes from the high plains wise as the hills and fresh as the rains I have a friend and she taught me daring threw back the windows
box of diaries and old letters For they do nothing But feed my memory But really you should know me better For I am too fond of the past But I think I
know you're down again and you see nothing but rain. You put your friends through hell and that's why we get along so well. You see, I always was your girl
My three guardian angles say Each time you smile that way Dangers lies that way No-one will believe me For that sort of thing's beneath me But I keep