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You would have kept those words on your tongue
If you had known the hurt they had done
While your fists stayed right
Right by your side
Your words, they bruise me deep inside
I'd rather have sticks and stones
And broken bones
Then the words you say to me
Cause I know bruises heal
And cuts will seal
But your words beat the life out of me
Sometimes your words are thick as lead
You swing them strong upside my head
What hasn't killed has made me strong
So I'll take my scars and move along
I'd rather have sticks and stones
And broken bones
Then the words you say to me
LyricsCause I know bruises heal
And cuts will seal
But your words beat the life out of me
Goodbye is the best way that I know
To forgive and still be letting go
I'd rather have sticks and stones
And broken bones
Then the words you say to me
Cause I know bruises heal
And cuts will seal
But your words beat the life out of me
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When the future gets real tough
And silence speaks too much.
I'll reach my hands to you.
I'll be all you need, close your eyes and just believe.
Love, it can break your heart,
But that's where true love starts.
Trust me, i'll show you.
Life, it can beat you down,
But i'll still be around.
There's nothing I can't do.
I'll be all you need, close your eyes and just believe.
Life is shorter than you think,
It can get lost inside a blink.
Don't let it pass you by.
And me, I've loved you from the start,
You're the blood that beats my heart.
Search and you'll find me.
I'll be all you need, close your eyes and just believe.
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Grace's amazing hands, they hold me
They're as soft as a feather bed
She would never try to scould me
She knows the words that work instead
I always thought that love was frightening
I always thought it'd be so rough
Love has sent me down an angel baby
I knew it was grace, just by her touch
Grace's amazing hands, they're ugly
They're bruised by the blows that I've blown
She knows well I don't desreve her
She laughs and says
"Thats the way love goes"
I always thought that love was frightening
I always thought it'd be so rough
Love has sent me down an angel baby
I knew it was grace, just by her touch
What did I do, hey yeah baby
What did I say
For love to smile down on me
And show me amazing grace
Show me amazing grace
Grace's amazing hands, they hold me
They're as soft as a feather bed
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It must hurt your mouth to lie like that,
Knowing deep down you disagree.
We both tell ourselvees that the love is gone,
Truth is it will never leave.
I wish I had the words to make things right,
But they all get caught; my throat get tight.
Everything I do all seems to go so wrong.
This house of love has come tumbling down,
It could not withstand the strain.
but somewhere deep down between the rubble and ground,
There's love in the remains.
I can't tell you how this hurts me so,
See, without you I'm half of me.
So with the same mouth i've used to put you down,
I offer up this apology.
I wish I had the words to make things right,
But they all get caught; my throat get tight.
LyricsEverything I do all seems to go so wrong.
This house of love has come tumbling down,
It could not withstand the strain.
but somewhere deep down between the rubble and ground,
There's love in the remains.
I wish it came down to just desire,
I wish it came down to just my will.
It's true it takes one to tear down,
But it takes two to rebuild.
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There's nothing fancy bout the way i love you,
there's nothing you could not find, in any other man.
There's nothing fancy bout the way I love you,
but I love you as hard as I can.
There's no good reason for the way you love me,
but you're my walking dream come true.
There's no good reason for the way you love me,
But I thank God that you do.
I don't know the perfect conversation,
I don't know the way to turn a head,
I don't know the perfect way to prove my love,
But I know I'll love you till I'm dead.
There's nothing fancy bout the way I love you,
It's as simple as the stars in the sky, and the blue in the sea.
There's nothing fancy bout the way I love you,
But it sure is fancy how you love me.
But it sure is fancy how you love me.
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