gently he brushes the dust from the mirror revealing a face that sends down a shiver the spine of his soul for it has controlled the course of his life
Written by dianne warren (1998) Performed by whitney houston I'm tired of playing this game And I won't play it no more And I won't take it no more Through
What have you done? Where have you been? Lord of the handout, always once again Always once again, always once again Always once Refuse to bow down,
No longer care where I am One smile remains to trace for the fingers on my hand Search for your face in every crowd Hope it springs internally 'til it
On the surface not a ripple Undercurrent wages war Quiet in the sanctuary Sin is crouching at my door, oh How can I be so prone to wander So prone to
I expect you're entitled to know why I'm making contact With acquaintances scattered all over the land I'd promise you now and again that I'd honor the
LEANING ON THE EVERLASTING ARMS TRADITIONAL What a fellowship, what a joy divine, Leaning on the everlasting arms; What a blessedness, what a peace
Up on the blocks 'Cause I've been hearin' it knock I said "Over and over again" And in my hand Got oil straight from the pan Pullin' to the right, be
Never been so eager, not to this extent Can't imagine leaving, I'm comfortably obsessed It seems misleading, such a far outstretch But I mean every word
pre-chorus 2) So what's your reason to refrain? You know I'd do it all again Too much has happen to pretend--you don't see me (chorus) Cause I'm feeling so inclined
What's the furthest place from here? It hasn't been my day for a couple years. What's a couple more? And if I go, don't forget the one good thing I
Sunday evening down the penny arcade I see your face in the pinball game Put in a quarter and it starts to fade Tell myself it won't appear again But
Why'd you pass the bum on the street? Why'd you pass the bum on the street? Why'd you pass the bum on the street? Why'd you pass the bum on the street
Fame Throwa pass out the gold The diamond watch, the last reward All the things we had before You sold us out and took it all Head-borne cries from zenith
Can you treat it like an oil well When it's underground, out of sight? And if the sight is just a whore sign Can it make enough sense to me? Pretend
Conduit for Sale! (Pavement)I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....Imagine if you will Herr Proctor, alias a nobleman, son of son of scionscion. Part of his rich
How can I? How can I? How can I make my body shed for you How can I? How can I? How can I make my body shed around your metal scars? Loretta's scars,
Take me down from the ridge Where the summer ends We'll watch the city spread out Just like a jet's flame I've got a secret for you I cut your angel