Tên đầy đủ: Julia Fordham
I watch the days and weeks and years roll by I long since gave up trying to count them on my side Along with all......
Know that I'm living on a day-to-day basis I'm digging in the dirt for traces of our love Of our love And with the sun......
These tired lips are sealed Although this angry mouth is filled With words to fracture an unknowing heart Enough to tear your very world apart......
Welcome to my movie I have cast myself as fabulous and lonely Roll the reel to the end Will the good guy come back for......
Seems no matter how I try My Jacob's ladder in the sky Has all the fallen angels climbing down Cross my heart and hope to......
You put the smile back on my face, thank you You bring me hope that there's a chance That I might love again You awakened......
Thanks for being soft and kind For making me change my mind About everyone and everything Boxed in this corner of mine You walked across......
I've been down to the river And seen the other side I have cowered in the corner Without a place to hide I've been lost......
Threadbare, frayed around the edges Down where all I'm getting is you don't care And hoping that I'm wrong I am crushed by your indifference,......
I print it up, I join the dots I fill in any spaces I should stumble on Here in this, trapped in this tale of......
Yet another day slides into midnight From your camp there's not a single word Seemingly you have forgotten I'm still your girl People tell me......
Hey you, pushing the river With the world there on your shoulders Don't you remember a single thing The good book told you? Hey you,......
I have been imagining myself Under you over you outside you I have been happy in my thinking Drive me to the mountains Take me......
I want to get lucky I want to get laid I want to lay down In the bed that we made together I want to......
In my blood You're in my bones In a crowd When I'm alone There's nothing that I wouldn't do I'd take a bullet for you......
The news just filtered through There's a new girl hanging out with you I'd kill the messenger But she's my friend and I love her......
From the south side of Chicago On woodland avenue The youngest of eight children With a voice that soared and soothed Singing at the Lincoln......
It is what it is what it is what it is what it is And that would be that And I give and I give......
I want to stroke your lovely fingers I want to kiss your golden skin I'd like to get to know you I'd love you to......