don't want to hear. The suffering and pain... it'll bother our brain. Don't like being disturbed... or even perturbed. Oh so many hurt for wanting comfort
the game, a fantasy I pretend I'm not in reality I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me No other sound is quite the same as your name No touch
will never claim you Hear the distant thunder calling out your name Crashing like the waves on New Dream Islands And you search for comfort in a land
My Jesus, my Savior Lord, there is none like You All of my days I want to praise The wonders of Your mighty love My Comfort, my Shelter Tower of refuge
have in You My Jesus, my Savior Lord, there is none like You All of my days, I want to praise The wonders of Your mighty love My comfort, my shelter
My Jesus, my Savior Lord, there is none like You All of my days, I want to praise The wonders of Your mighty love My comfort, my shelter Tower of refuge
there is none like You All of my days I want to praise The wonders of Your mighty love You're my comfort (My comfort) And my shelter (My shelter) You
make the flowers grow. Marius But you will live, 'Ponine - dear God above... If I could heal your wounds with words of love... Eponine Just hold me now, and let it be. Shelter me, comfort
will make the flowers grow. MARIUS But you will live, 'Ponine - dear God above, If I could heal your wounds with words of love. EPONINE Just hold me now, and let it be. Shelter me, comfort
the game, a fantasy, I pretend I'm not in reality I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me No other sound is quite the same as your name No touch
My Jesus, my Savior Lord, there is none like You All of my days, I want to praise The wonders of Your mighty love My comfort, my shelter Tower or refuge
My Jesus, my Savior Lord there is none like you All of my days, I want to praise The wonders of your mighty love My comfort, my Shelter Tower of refuge
of fantasy And I pretend that I'm not in reality I need the shelter Of your arms to comfort me No other sound Is quite the same as your name No touch
thing, baby Ain't nothing like the real thing I play my games of fantasy I pretend I don't see reality I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me
water and care for me, and when the day's work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed, and stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort
my game, a fantasy I pretend but I know in reality I need the shelter Of your arms to comfort me No other sound is quite the same as your name No touch
game, a fantasy I pretend but I'm not in reality I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me No other sound is quite the same as your name No touch
in the sand A face without a name Nobody gives a hang For what I say or do But you And in the shelter of your arms I find peace and comfort and care
