and I never knew What love could do, no This is my very first love song I'm gonna sing it for you This is my very first love song I'm gonna sing it
译文: 划过天空. 第一情歌.
from a Cuatro Cinco The set up, tryin' on my way to uniform Room service bumpin' Kain on the newest song Holdin' gats knowin' everything I do is wrong 'Til I hi-jack the sky
ground *So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge /
Lock eyes from across the room Down my drink while the rhythms boom Take your hand and skip the names No need here for the silly games Make our way through
held your hand We walked troubles brooding wind swept hills And we loved and we laughed the pain away At the end of the journey when our last song is
love 'i bring love to give you solace In the darkness of the night In the heart's eternal light You need only trust your feelings Only love can steer
gonna try to move your feet See I am Wonder Mike and I like to say hello To the black, to the white, the red and the brown The purple and yellow But first
their lights against the sky like a drive in movie on a country road that I've seen before Never like the first time Blue lights on the dashboard songs
this morning, the war was over The radio was singing love songs Saw the smiles upon the soldiers Coming home across the fields The calendar said first
'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for pillows. I wanna drill holes in the sky. I'm in love with the
we failed So when you feel like hope is gone Keep holding on, this is your song Everybody?s gotta song to sing Everybody?s gotta song to sing This is your song
least expect it. But if you love them, and they love you the same way, believe they got they're eyes on you right now. Baby. [CHORUS] Sail on across the sky
have said For reasons unknown that I now forget I gave you no love, which I now regret What I'd give to hear again Those everlasting songs Why did all
every glory.... Each day we live just to sing the tunes of ancient songs, each generation has it's story...... So every evening when you hear the songs
and the power of Magica. Now came the time of mourning. Funeral pyres brightened the night sky for weeks and songs of sorrow could be heard across the
trail after And the holiest belfry burns sky-high Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first
