high And as I sweat working one hand or the other every day I look up, see the distance, start to cry "So I'm doubting Thomas and what can I do When
Maybe it's her face, no makeup at all As she tells me she's not beautiful Maybe it's her hair, soft golden and wind blown As we drive through the streets
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ten miles high And as I sweat working one hand or the other every day I look up, see the distance, start to cry "So I'm doubting Thomas and what can
You are my inspiration in work and in play In the verses I sing and the words that I say You are to my life, what the sunshine is to the day And you
Stretching out across these waters The fog rolls in to lay its claim River whispers in soft voices As it waits for one more day I walk softly on this
it's her hair and her eyes today that just simply take me away and the feeling that i'm falling further in love makes me shiver but in a good way
Oh these days, I can't feel them, they're not here Oh your ways, they hang like a gray cloud over me "And oh and I'll be fine Oh when these clouds subside
She dances Footsteps like raindrops patter across the stage Second glances She pirouettes and slowly fades away Lost my chances Who holds the broom that
Call her a trophy, say what you will Tell me it's nothing, an image to fill, her face next to mine like a cheap glass of wine that looks good but just
I come here to praise You I come here to lift my voice but this silence breaks my heart I come here to feel Your grace I come here to raise my hands
