to make a sound, And everybody falls, and then sways as if to beats. Except for you and me. We've got promises to keep here on Lucky Street. So many
And as it gets dark in this house of hallways And no corridor leads to the stairs With still wet black paint on all the windows We got no clocks cause
You put yourself onto the cross And built your wounds to cover spite So I can't be the man that martyrs you tonight Cause we're all paying heavy costs
refuse to make a sound, And everybody falls, and then sways as if to beats. Except for you and me. We've got promises to keep here on Lucky Street. So
Today a daughter will hug her father and ask whens Jesus coming back He wonders should he even bother with the words Cause all he got her in the world
And lips that bring the softest kiss That brush your fingertips As you think about the way you hope she thinks about your days That you don't find the
be here by myself And I'd be just fine but most of the all the time you're with me on my mind It's why I stay so cold and ask you please don't go And
Can you breathe, does it hurt What's it like when you can see it coming when it takes all that you got just to speak Can you hear every word as the morning
And this is my last remainning filter on my last remaining words It's leaving the taste of something bitter on my tongue I'm leaving a letter full of
Just a list of things I?d do if I could fly Oh I would fly straight to the moon To bring the sands back here to you And we?d make castles where we?d
it's ok, tonight I'm going to sing with Elvis And we will sing a couple songs just for your ears so sing along and hey If I go down in the quicksand don
Let's get to the point and all take our tongues out And not show off our scars not leave here with doubts that Things in life well they could've been
every song And let you know that you're the reason why I'm home Or I could quote a page of poetry To show you what you mean to me And we go falling somewhere
to go tonight Cause we just need to hold on tight for one hell of a ride Cause we lost it all just now to the nights that left you out So we'll let this go
loud I turn up the radio to drown it out And silently I say a little prayer But for the grace of God go I I must've been born a lucky guy Heaven only
my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my lucky, lucky
d be criminal Wale and K'naan they don't know is they're radio How the hell did they fit the TV in the radiooo (Wale) They told me go in, no problem I'mma go