The edge of love like a knife Shimmer shines when it hits the light Just like that it'll change your life And it makes time stand, it makes time stand
To my surprise I turn around The devil's got a hold on me How was I supposed to know The devil got so damn pretty Oh, you little devil You got so pretty
Oh, my soul craves to go home To long island shores again Take me back to old north pole To breathe in the harbor wind I'll be leaving Tennessee on the
The blood is dried and the wounds are high The scars are settling in So I keep the light low and they still show I sink [Incomprehensible] And what it
I need peace of mind and a hopeful heart To lose this rage and move out in the dark I am looking for rainbows and shooting stars Just some peace of mind
Love is a heartache You live, you learn it Take what you need from me You have won my favor Yours is a brighter love A soul on fire My inspiration You
Hey, friend why do we always hide? It's no wonder that we're sinking down Why should we stand in lonely shadows With so much light around? Hey, friend
Bird on the telephone wire Come down and sing to me Have you heard from my father Have you any news to bring I know I'm not the only one asking Among
Tennessee, you've been good to me Yes, I've come to believe, you're where I wanna be You may not be what everybody needs Tennessee, you're good enough
Well, I know that you love me I know you think of me a lot And I know that you care And you wish I was there when I'm not From the first of the year
What does it matter What's going on outside With or without us It'll keep going on Just fly [Incomprehensible] And plenty of time What if the world
Baby I think you made me drunk with drama It's the only way to understand the things you do Neither one 'cause I could always calm the storm That's raging
Oh my soul craves to go home to long island shores again take me back to old north Walk? to breathe in the harbor wind. CHORUS I'll be leaving Tennessee
Vertimas: Smith, Mindy. Long Island Shores.
To my surprise I turn around The devil's got a hold on me How was I supposed to know The devil got so damn pretty? Oh, you little devil You got so pretty
Hey friend why do we always hide It's no wonder that we're sinking down Why should we stand in lonely shadows with so much light around. Hey Friend
The blood is dry in the wounds I hide The scars are settling in So I keep the light low and they still show I sit and count every stitch What it means
