Love Is All That Matters

Sometimes we make each other cry
Sometimes we're locked inside the prisons of our pride
Sometimes we break each others heart with the words we say
Let anger get in the way too many times

But always after all
Love is all that matters
After everything
One thing remains the same
One thing we cannot change

We all have one heart
And one heart needs another
Love, love is all that matters
Love is all that matters
It matters after all

Sometimes we search this world for gold
When all we really need is just a hand to hold
Sometimes we let the greatest treasure just slip away
With words we forget to say too many times

But always after all
Love is all that matters
After everything
One thing remains the same
One thing we cannot change

We, we all have one heart
And one heart needs another
Love, love is all that matters
Love is all that matters
It matters after all

After all that we've been through
It comes down to one simple truth
You need me, I need you
'Cause love is all that matters
Love is all that matters
Love is all that matters
It matters after all

Love is all that matters
It's the only thing that matters
It matters after all

Love is all that matters

Похожие новости.

Yesterday’s Blue

I didn't know How crazy I could go Watching you fall into her arms I wish it didn't take so damn long to heal a broken heart I never thought the tears would stop

Твой Сын

[Бледный] Яблоко от яблони не далеко падает, На голову Ньютога Или незаменное гниет в траве, Или тоннами вмсете с другими фруктами Попадет в кампот или в варенье, Чтобы зимою быть съеденным, с чаем или без. По настроению. А

Sunday Morning

I recall that Sunday The day that we were one You shattered all my disbelief When loving had begun Being intimate with someone Was something I never knew Then I found myself in love So deep in

Волчонок

Мне земли оковы через мгновение будут уже не знакомы. И этой дробью вывело из сердца груз, что копился годы. Эти мелодии не в ноты…В ее глазах угасающих лишь забота И напутствия короткие, но

Как Летать?

Мне к тебе нельзя, до боли Письма в цель, ты помнишь Запах, цвет и волны, На подушке осень сна моих волос. И не держи в ладони, Мой портрет на волю. Не смогу, не помню Ни цветов, ни