A love-struck Irishman
As I stroll along the rock-strewn road, down by...
You know you gotta feel it,
Temperature rises and I cannot shake it...
Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...
My favorite little part is knowing you're wrong as...
Thinking you understand what's behind this shell...
You see me there,
I'm sitting here...
Sing me a song of all that's gone
But save me the last that wouldn't be lost...
Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...
Cant sleep
Why are you on my mind...
A life full of sadness,
A life full of gloom...
I stand at my window
and gaze...
If I talk to you,
Im playing with fire...
It started so gentle but cruel,
A painful stroke like my heart is pierced...