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
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
heels and elbows sprayed and bloodied Some on lookers gasped in horror Some swooned and fainted melodramatically Most just stared in disbelief Jennifer reached down between
, she'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
The unknown distance to the gray beyond Stares back at my grieving frame To cast my shadow by the holy sun My spirit moans with a sacred pain It's quiet
The unknown distance to the great beyond Stares back at my grieving frame To cast my shadow by the holy sun My spirit moans with a sacred pain And
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
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
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 the
small beige pocket book in the den. "What do you think it is?" Sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back. S he stared at the brown
