chunks of history And St. Paul to guide us I've heard my mother say "Son, help grown ladies cross the road" Though she doesn't realize Grown ladies crush her
there's an emptiness of the bliss that once existed Chorus: How can I tell her that I love her if she doesn't know me How can I tell her what she means
s an emptiness of the bliss that once existed Chorus: How can I tell her that I love her if she doesn't know me How can I tell her what she means if
