Kid, you're doing ok Kid, you're on your way Kid, the band is starting up your song Kid, you can't go wrong And this too shall pass I promise these tears
I'm like a butterfly Pushing against the wind You're like a magnet Pulling me back in No matter how I try No matter what I do I keep coming back to you
When there's comfort in pleasure and pleasure in pain And I'm wondering if I'll see you again No tangled emotions dragging us down And the texture of
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 that I hereby confess I'm learning how
written by Julia Fordham 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 my
written by Julia Fordham I confess, there's a chance I cannot fake it any longer I admit, this could be it there's a danger I'm going under I know that
What chance did I stand? How could I resist? Your American arms and your French kiss From New York to London, London to New York With this broken heart
(written by Julia Fordham) 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 I'd
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 I am strong
written by Julia Fordham 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
written by Julia Fordham 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 as my
I must like it when you hurt me 'Cos I always let you hurt me But not anymore You've got my heart on a string I'd do anything for you baby, yeah I've
Behind closed doors you're mine I'm yours We've got our own language and that's about all Stripped to the bone I'm happy alone So wherever I'm going
patches of happiness, red fades into blue glimpses of loneliness, what more can I do? waiting for winter to melt into spring waiting for you to let me
I am very very much in like with you I hope that it's enough 'cause it's all I can do 'Cause you treat my skin like porcelain Rare and special porcelain
Written By: Julia Fordham The soldiers of my discontent march from my soul to my head I make myself a prisoner in this my latest self made war The angel
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, treading the water
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 Center The