THE LAST TIME I SAW MY HEART WRITERS BURT BACHARACH,HAL DAVID The last time I saw my heart was on the way upon your lips. As I was lost in your embrace
gangway. But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, then they turned all their faces away And so now every April, I sit on me porch, and I watch the parades
David Bowie, the price is right A suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite Still the voices of those who doubt Coca-Cola for the peasants to end this drought David
and you slept and there you stayed Still he explores and rakes the absinthe green oceans Though his mother has given him up for lost Grinning and cursing
what warfare used to be Tanks and guns and soldiers that moved across the land With strategies and battlelines converging at a place in time And lives were lost
It's a case I guess of paradise lost Ten years back on the hands of the clock In that little house on Mansfield on your old block Sometimes the magic
Versus This is no escape, this is no surrender my dear.. This is my parade, my happy ever after, but only if your here.. When Im lost and broken..
It's a case I guess of paradise lost Ten years back on the hands of the clock In that little house on Mansfield On your old block Sometimes the magic
(David Lindley & Jackson Browne) In the morning when I closed my eyes You were sleeping in paradise And while the room was growing light I was holding
: It's a case I guess of paradise lost Ten years back on the hands of the clock In that little house on Mansfield On your old block Sometimes the magic
hug our dogs Flew home to see our band Flew home to cry because it's over Unpacked our suitcases And slept in our own beds Dreamed of paradise lost Great
to hug our dogs Flew home to see our band Flew home to cry because it's over Unpacked our suitcases And slept in our own beds Dreamed of paradise lost
