I hope you're lonesome I hope you're sad I hope you're haunted by the good times we had I hope you're learnin' just watch you threw away For if you're
hope he dies a thousand times a thousands ways Your eyes are full of tears let's get out of here For I love you baby sister let's go home [ piano ]
She hit the borderline The day she finally crossed the line and spoke Without the hope That had her choked till now And swiftly to her head came All
Holding on today And I look to you With my hopes and dreams and fears and demons Reason them away Reason them away a?¦ (repeat) Words and music - Jane Bass guitar, guitar - Dave Bronze Piano
We came in search of love but all we found was this We came for peace of mind not the bitterness of kiss Now we have hope and we have reason and we have
anybody there Is there anybody out there There were times when I could have run away But where would I run to where would I stay All of the hopes All
Oh joy Wont you draw me near Oh peace Wont you show yourself here Oh love Wont you show me what you're made of Cos I've waited for faith hope and charity
back the tears of time Holding back these fears of mine Trying to hide The fire in my eyes When I need you in the night And there's Not a hope in sight
Been hanging desperate and hoping for a break. Black metal heavy till it goes against my brains. Why do I disgrace those things that spreads right off
a warning As a warning A warning As a warning I'd given my nurse the weekend off My meals were ill prepared My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb And my piano
hood with a passion And I ain't talkin' that action Jackson When I come you better run for ammo Or get played like a fuckin' piano And yo, we got my
I'm watching my watch it's a heartache after ten And I'm wondering if and when you will call I'm watching the door open hoping you'll come walking through
I'll never spend your silver and gold Each night I'm alone we're drifting apart You're treating me wrong you're breaking my heart You've shattered my hopes
I sure hope that it does Perhaps I was born with curiosity The likes of those of old crows The likes of those of old crows And oh, how the piano knows The piano
'll be better Until the kindling is tinder dry We can be quiet As we walk down To see the graveyard Where they are now I wonder how They brought their piano
believe it sings any louder or soars any higher But it will not fly at all if not given freedom to be Bluebird fly [x4] I hope you dont want to pretend
intention-- Mrs. Paroo: I know all about your standards And if you don't mind my sayin' so There's not a man alive Who could hope to measure up to that
A piano's all I got And I know that ain't a lot Music has the power To change the future So what do you think 'Bout my message of hope? Better get