Day One - Ordinary man

Tekst :

There is a woman who lives in this town
That has my heart held in her hand
I see her in the streets every day
But I can t find the words to say
But if I were a writer and could write a good hand
I d write of this love that I don t understand
The words in my hear they come and they go
I m thinking I love her but she ll never know
And if I were a sculptor and had a good eye
Id carve out her beauty in marble or ice
But these hands of mine are far from refined
Guess I ll have to accept that I am just an ordinary man ...
Now if I were good looking and had a pretty face
And if I could walk and speak with grace
And if I had style then I wouldn t have to look down when she walked by
And if I were a singer and could sing a good key
I d sing of this love in melody
But this voice of mine is far from refined
I guess I ll have to accept that I m just an ordinary man ...
I know one day she ll look I know one day she ll see me
And maybe that one day she ll want to be with me
And maybe she ll love me for who I am just as that ordinary man ...

Inne utwory

  • Waiting for a break
  • Autumn rain
  • Paradise lost
  • Trying too hard
  • In your life
  • Walk now, talk now
  • Losowe utwory

    So badd

    My recollection
    I was lookin in my rearview reflection
    U were at the spotlight headin the other direction
    And from that very day you ve had my undivided attention- oh

    As I remember
    My heart raced and i felt a change in pressure
    Then I turned around and I chased u down 4 that...

    Better luck next time

    Some say life is what you make it
    some say life is for the taking
    as for me i m only getting by

    somewhere somebody is waiting
    somewhere someone is escaping
    as for me i m only killing time
    it s your time...

    Tam będę

    Będę tam gdzie
    twoje oczy
    dziś na niebie
    rysowały w zamyśleniu świat
    szklanką też
    gdzie twe usta
    w pocałunkach
    zostawiły ślad

    Będę tam gdzie, nie
    nie było mnie
    będę tam gdzie, nie
    spodziewam się jeszcze

    Będę...

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    [Slug]
    Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis
    callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines
    out I ripped it, squeeeeezed the brain: it made some liquid
    drained it in a cup and then I sipped it
    Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it...

    You are

    Jesus You are my joy within
    You are the shelter from the wind
    You are the forgiver of my sins
    Jesus You are yeah
    Where can I go
    Who can I call
    Who s there to catch me when I fall
    Your hands they hold me through it all
    Everything...