You hit the door with you head Searching for that which is good The bruises is part of the way You say it will give you a higher crown You hit the door
He is sure of his acts This time he will make it right Buys a ticket to the future Only happiness in sight Nothing is to stop him now But as the bus
Richard my little boy Bring back the memories Of how it was When i was young Richard my little boy Bring back the feeling Of how it was To sing a new
Will you say you recognize my voice Will you say you have enjoyed our conversations Will you say you recognize my voice Will you take my hand, will we
Too many days I wake up with an aching Too many days have been wasted like sand Too many hours have gone by without notice Too many times i?ve let go
I cry while i leave the house Pictures are staring at me And they call me a trader I bend my head and i take my bags My mother an father are sleeping