Far from the arms of hunger Far from the world disorder Beyond the reach of warfare Blinded by faith no longer No longer free to plunder No longer safe
Cry Little Dead Again, Cry Little Dead Stare Into Black T.V.'s And Wonder When These Things Alone At Night, They Bring Me Death If I'm Alone Tonight,
Well, One-Arm Steve, yeah he threw me out the door Said come back sometime when your picture's on the wall Hey now, you got to get on out, got no time
Anche d'estate nevica Se la tua mente immagina Se la tua casa e un albero Di gomma piuma e canapa Senti l'aria del mattino che sa d'incenso E di primula
I put my head down on my desk To help me get through all this mess I fell asleep and before I was done I woke up in shock my whole arm was numb I woke
I'm motionless, love stands still apart from all the rest And you're the only one who hears my voice Apologies were spoken underneath the harvest trees
Got brass in pocket Got bottle, I'm gonna use it Intention I feel inventive Gonna make you, make you, make you notice Got motion, restrained emotion
The ashtray says you were up all night When you went to bed with your darkest mind Your pillow wept and covered your eyes And you finally slept while
I am at ease in the arms of a woman Although now, most of my days I spend alone Thousand miles, place I was born When she wakes me, she takes me back
Don't be afraid of the dark my love What would old Hobbs do with this pure heart? Where shadows inch like rising damp Their seaweed fingers will us all
If you want my sympathy Just open your heart to me And you'll get whatever you'll ever need You think that's too high for you Oh baby, I would die for
Lord hold me in your everlasting arms Enfold me in your everlasting arms Let striving cease that I may come to rest In perfect peace renewed and truly
We made a plan that was subject to change So whatever was it works out we both get the blame In the arms of this low And you took the wind right out of
Lord hold me In Your everlasting arms Enfold me In Your everlasting arms Let striving cease That I may come to rest In perfect peace Renewed and truly
Weston/Lee/Weston In the tower of London, large as life, the ghost of Anne Bolyn walks they declare. Poor Anne Bolyn was once King Henry's wife until
WE FOUND IT IN EACH OTHER'S ARMS (Hank Cochran - Red Lane) « © '72 Tree Publishing » We found it in each other's arms My life was so confused
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair Brass buttons
I know a place where I can go When I?m alone Into your arms, whoa, into your arms I can go I know a place that?s safe and warm From the crowd Into your