inspirations shine on me like a holy light Right in the middle of our conversations you wink at me, saying it's alright We live a lucky life I see it
: written by Vonda Shepard I've been thinking I've been thinking I've been thinking too much I just want to live now for a little while And cast my
all America? Bad television, living in denial, I know 'Cause I don't wanna know Wanna run, wanna fly Let my illusions take me through the night It's
two are one and the same Now I'm singing here with my sweet, sweet darling in my eye Ain't it funny how you're walking through life and it turns on a
stroke But there's an army of voices She might have to get through There is a writer in all of us, yeah He knows what to say and he knows when it's done
thinking without a sign, without blinking my eyes I know what he's asking, in our love there ain't no masking, no disguise I know what he's after, it's
my soul While I'm losing my mind And I feel like I understand And I feel like a grain of sand I'm gonna walk through that door I'm gonna see what it's
already gone I better believe what I'm seeing 'Cause I believe that it's so long It's so long (as in "see ya") I try so hard I don't know what to do It's
Make collages in the cloudy sky Sort of like a black and white photograph Now it's raining in my eye It's enough to feel the wind blow It's enough to
me 'Cause I'm gonna be what I'm gonna be Do you hear my melodies? Do you hear my Van Gogh's cry? Will it be my brother's purchase? Even only when I die
d rather leave My boyfriend's on the blink He says he can't pretend He's had too much to drink And it's coming to the end It's coming to the end Every
the whole world is after you? Well, you're probably right and it's probably true about me, too 'Cause sometimes the world ain't sweet Oh these days, when was it ever? Maybe it's
'd rather leave My boyfriend's on the blink He says he can't pretend He's had too much to drink And it's coming to the end It's coming to the end Every
rescue me 'Cause I'm gonna be what I'm gonna be Do you hear my melodies? Do you hear my Van Gogh's cry? Will it be my brother's purchase? Even only when
re already gone I better believe what I'm seeing 'Cause I believe that it's so long It's so long (as in "see ya") I try so hard I don't know what to do It's
