There?s a world full of promise, right outside come and take a look And the words in the story you can write it?s an open book Tell me now do you ever
You keep saying that one day things could be fabulous, If only you had the right shoes, new clothes, the dream team doing your hair. Why do you have to
Christopher Street was busy tonight when I made my way back home One of these nights I?ll turn on the light like that taxi by the payphone Well I?ve been
Today I drove to Killaloe and I thought of you Drifting through the hills of Spain Oh God I?d love to see you again I crossed the bridge to Ballina and
Call me old fashioned but I?d really like to know you some more, find out what?s under the skin of this thing I adore. We?ve been running in circles And
I was searching without knowing where I was going but it felt so strong, I was looking in the wrong place all along, I was dreaming of somebody who could
I thought I?d found it in a lovers touch at the end of a perfect day But holding hands and drifting sands weren?t enough to make me stay I thought I
New Walls, new floors new windows, new doors New York New bed, new sheets new houses, new streets New York New work, new friends new starts and
Every night I make a promise to myself then break it There you are, without a word you reach my heart and take it How long will I keep living in the past
You know everytime I wake up with you by my side And just thinking of you makes it right Everytime. One smile my way you look too good to be true Twice
When you were young and on your own How did it feel to be alone? I was always thinking of games that we could play at Trying to make the best of my time
Before the night is through I'm not sure what I'll do Will I ask you for a dance Before the night is gone will I leave this town Without the sweet sound
I remember how it used to feel That all the dreams I dreamed would come to be But each promise made would masquerade And all my fine ideas would come
Don?t ask me how I?m doing now Don?t look at me that way Don?t tell what you meant to say when you meant to call Don?t look at me that way Don?t ask
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side, and of all who assembled within those walls, That I was the hope and the pride
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight With people here working by day and by night They don't sow potatoes, nor barley nor wheat But there' gangs
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary; When troubles come and my heart burdened be; Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, Until you come and
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol, and then produced
