When Will I Come Home To You
Remember me
A face you used to see
Not the same song that I used to be
I had their words passing through me
But I just can't find the rhymes
I've been every place but right so many times
When will I come home to you
Whenever you want me to
It's a cold and lonely world
When you're not loving me
Your world is my only one
I'm back where I started from
There's no place that I would rather be
Remember me
The girl who thought that she
Could get lost in unreality
I've been around up and down
I've never missed a single rhyme
I've been everything there is but satisfied
When will I come home to you
Whenever you want me to
It's a cold and lonely world
When you're not loving me
Your world is my only one
I'm back where I started from
There's no place that I would rather be
When will I come home to you
Whenever you want me to
It's a cold and lonely world
When you're not loving me
Your world is my only one
I'm back where I started from
There's no place that I would rather be
When will I come home to you
Whenever you want me to
It's a cold and lonely world
When you're not loving me
Your world is my only one
I'm back where I started from
Похожие новости.
Unknown Delight
Darkest deep brown eyes I've seen Angel came into my dream Like the morning's early light You freshen all around And with all the love you bring unknown delight Sweetest innocence and free God has given
Будильник
Будильник разбудит тебя в полседьмого, как и вчера. Будильник разбудит тебя в полседьмого, как и вчера. Не проронив ни ползвука, ни слова Тридцать минут - и все мы готовы. Пора. Ты напишешь две строчки на
Poor Folks
We've got a Styrofoam cooler in the back of my old Ford truck and we're reaching over the side for brew cause the tailgates stuck a couple of lines in the water,
Ой Сивая Та І Зозуленька
Ой сивая та і зозуленька Приспів: Щедрий вечір, добрий вечір, Добрим людям на здоров’я! Усі сади та і облітала, А в одному та і не бувала. А в тім саду три тереми: У першому - красне сонце, У
Rain For The Roses
It's ninety eight in the shade Mr. Rose is rolling hay Eighty acres down and ten to go Clouds are building in the south He knows times a running out And there goes that tractor's