Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Sixpence None The Richer
Crickets rhythmically sing. Their mournful melodies. A monotone by request. But they fail, they fail. To soothe the mess. Hands rhythmically grope. The sheets again for you. And off-rhythm the time slows. To make moments.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Sixpence None The Richer
I said it didn't matter. Thought I'd go on home. Try to make the matter make some sense. So I slept on it some. Yeah I thought it over. Hard to know where it all went. We tried to save it but it'd all been spent. I'm.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Sixpence None The Richer
1. Take my sorrow and my sin. I will run into Your arms again. Hold me Father. Once again my tears are dried. By Your perfect love that's river-wide. Over-flowing. As I stand on its bank. With my arms overhead. I am.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Sixpence None The Richer
1. It's every day. I'm in this place. I feel this way. I feel the same. It's every day. I'm in this place. I feel this way. I feel the same. Is it all inside my head. Is it all inside my head. I'll view the list. And take.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Sixpence None The Richer
1. My heart is as dark as the soil sodden with winter rains. My soul is as heavy as the peat freshly dug from the bog. My thoughts swirl like willow branches caught in autumn winds. My body is as tense as a cat's as it.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Sixpence None The Richer
Sister dear of many years. Not by blood but sweat and tears. You see it playing out, the bonds are. Growing tight on you. Never wrong and never right. You have the goods and lose the fight. He's got to pick it up. He's got.
Tác giả: Crowded House
Ca sĩ: Sixpence None The Richer
There is freedom within. There is freedom without try to catch the deluge in a paper cup. There's a battle ahead. Many battles are lost. But you'll never see the end of road. While you're travelling with me. Hey now.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Sixpence None The Richer
The clock in the hall is louder now. I don't know what to do about it. As I hear it make its metronomic rounds. There's nothing I can do about it. With its constant tick, like the footsteps of someone approaching. I don't.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Sixpence None The Richer
I knew a song that played in me. It seems I've lost the melody. So, please, Lord, give it back to me. Oh, please, Lord, give it back to me. Years in the desert with no drink. Strike a rock and make it bleed. And please,