Staring at tears on the pages Of letters that I never could write I know love isnt painless but it's worth the risk it's worth the fight Playing it over
boxing ring And who said that culture couldn't grow from a whim My god there is strength when a cat learns how to swim 'And what is a king' he screamed at the wind
the sand when it falls to the sea and your fear can't find .. each from my hand, each from my hand. I'm from the home where the speed the wind is the
Got a letter from a long lost cousin of mine Who owns a little piece of heaven in the Argentine It?s a different planet, it?s a different place He calls
've been around They wrote in a letter, life is a whole lot better So pull up your stakes, children and come on down Acadian driftwood, gypsy tail wind
Letter from the county farm, letter from the county farm And the wind it has been blowin' Its been blowin' so strong They're afraid to raise the flag '
true a day don't go by without thinking of you you're smooth as the night and I get hype your love and mine are the perfect type, yeah! I write a letter
all alone Forced to find your way through worlds unknown Look ahead and don't be scared I'll be there [CHORUS] I'll be there through the rough winds
knocked on my door Or was it a wind Was I still sleeping Lost in a dream Or was it you We swam in the fountains Beneath the northern stars We cried from
break and a heart will mend He walks on home tired from work, the letter falls from his hand He reaches out only to catch the sky, it's gone with the wind
Ladies and gents Turn up your sound systems To the sound of Carlos Santana In the GMB ghetto blues From the refugee camps Oh Maria, Maria She remind
did ya go i dont know *chorus* think by now i would know better i aint got a lot to show i could write a song or i could write a letter i could write
(Macauley/Potger) Tossing and turning last night I was burning For you my love I couldn't sleep or face one more night on my own Somehow the wind and
all day And use jumpers for goalposts And throw egg yolks at windows To wind up the old folks Started learning about the birds and the bees So there's birds from
field like a commentator Dodgin' investigators haters & salt shakers the cookie baker the 64 pancaker Bitch my whole entourage is full of kit makers & gators trip makers to Vegas from bird breakers from
A letter come blowin' in On an ill wind Somethin' 'bout me and you Never seein' one another again And what I knew had come Stars struck deaf and dumb
Dez, and Main Three right? And on the first car in small letters it said 'All you see is..' and then you know big, big, you know some block silver letters
Be humbled instead of pummeled by the hands that supply The slugs to load runners I prevail wonder he the heavy gunner Dropping from cloud cover Some who write blood letters
