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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
I'm staying in your house
I'm sleeping in your bed I'm walking through your dreams I'm dancing through your head I'm calling from the streets I'm crying like the wind 'Cause you are there And I am here And you won't let me in We'll I'm changing like a girl On the threshold of her life In love with the whole world But staring down each night You're everything I need A love I can't defend [Chorus] But you are there And I am here And you won't let me in No time for kisses No time to laugh No way that I can see To crawl out of our past Well I'm falling to my knees But I'm flying like a bird I follow where you lead I hang on every word I can't control the wind I don't care who you've been I keep callin' |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rules of Travel (2003)
Will you remember me
like the circled stones like the secret hills where you walk alone where the wind can speak my other names like the air you breathe will you remember me? Will you remember me as your airplane flies over foreign seas and breaking skies like a perfect child you can't bear to leave in your last long days will you remember me? Will you remember me on the edge of life where time runs slow where some can fly in these shuttered rooms where we say goodbye when the soul is free will you remember when there's no need to breathe will you remember me? |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rules Of Travel (2003)
Will you remember me
like the circled stones like the secret hills where you walk alone where the wind can speak my other names like the air you breathe will you remember me? Will you remember me as your airplane flies over foreign seas and breaking skies like a perfect child you can't bear to leave in your last long days will you remember me? Will you remember me on the edge of life where time runs slow where some can fly in these shuttered rooms where we say goodbye when the soul is free will you remember when there's no need to breathe will you remember me? |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
We tried to make ourselves pay
for something we'd never done threw the best parts of life away on street talk, strangers and drugs but what we really want is love what we really need is love I want to call out your name I want to hold out my hand the wom |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
We tried to make ourselves pay
for something we'd never done threw the best parts of life away on street talk, strangers and drugs but what we really want is love what we really need is love I want to call out your name I want to hold out my hand the wom |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
We tried to make ourselves pay
for something we'd never done threw the best parts of life away on street talk, strangers and drugs but what we really want is love what we really need is love I want to call out your name I want to hold out my hand the wom |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
We tried to make ourselves pay
for something we'd never done threw the best parts of life away on street talk, strangers and drugs but what we really want is love what we really need is love I want to call out your name I want to hold out my hand the wom |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Very Best Of Rosanne Cash (2005)
We tried to make ourselves pay
for something we'd never done threw the best parts of life away on street talk, strangers and drugs but what we really want is love what we really need is love I want to call out your name I want to hold out my hand the wom |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rules Of Travel (2003)
I stand here by the Western Wall
maybe a little of that wall stands inside of us all I shove my prayers in the cracks I got nothing to lose No one to answer back All these years I've brought up for review I wasn't taught this, but I learned something new I had to answer a distant call At the Western Wall I've got a heart full of fear and I offer it up on this altar of tears Red dust settles deep in my skin I don't know where it stops and where I begin It's a crumbling pile of broken stones it ain't much but it might be home if I ever loved a place at all it's the Western Wall I don't know if God was ever a man But if She was, I think I understand Why He found a place to break his fall near the Western Wall |
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from Rosanne Cash - 10 Song Demo (2003)
I stand here by the Western Wall
maybe a little of that wall stands inside of us all I shove my prayers in the cracks I got nothing to lose No one to answer back All these years I've brought up for review I wasn't taught this, but I learned something new I had to answer a distant call At the Western Wall I've got a heart full of fear and I offer it up on this altar of tears Red dust settles deep in my skin I don't know where it stops and where I begin It's a crumbling pile of broken stones it ain't much but it might be home if I ever loved a place at all it's the Western Wall I don't know if God was ever a man But if She was, I think I understand Why He found a place to break his fall near the Western Wall |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Very Best Of Rosanne Cash (2005)
I stand here by the Western Wall
maybe a little of that wall stands inside of us all I shove my prayers in the cracks I got nothing to lose No one to answer back All these years I've brought up for review I wasn't taught this, but I learned something new I had to answer a distant call At the Western Wall I've got a heart full of fear and I offer it up on this altar of tears Red dust settles deep in my skin I don't know where it stops and where I begin It's a crumbling pile of broken stones it ain't much but it might be home if I ever loved a place at all it's the Western Wall I don't know if God was ever a man But if She was, I think I understand Why He found a place to break his fall near the Western Wall |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I read about this baby she got beat up by her dad
She was nine months old and he was a full grown man She may have been learning how to crawl and he put a fist in her face And the doctor said this baby's gone she can't be replaced Now you read a lot of things in the daily news But I'm laying awake at nights wondering what to do I pray the Lord her soul to keep cause all down here are fast asleep But I want to say this baby belongs to me and you So we gotta wake up this baby belongs to me and you Everyday when I wake up in this world and it's spinning out of control Who's at the wheel seems no one knows We're all just like a baby frightened and so sad Feeling beat up by someone who looks like dad Now you read a lot of things... So we gotta wake up this baby belongs to me and you |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I read about this baby she got beat up by her dad
She was nine months old and he was a full grown man She may have been learning how to crawl and he put a fist in her face And the doctor said this baby's gone she can't be replaced Now you read a lot of things in the daily news But I'm laying awake at nights wondering what to do I pray the Lord her soul to keep cause all down here are fast asleep But I want to say this baby belongs to me and you So we gotta wake up this baby belongs to me and you Everyday when I wake up in this world and it's spinning out of control Who's at the wheel seems no one knows We're all just like a baby frightened and so sad Feeling beat up by someone who looks like dad Now you read a lot of things... So we gotta wake up this baby belongs to me and you |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I read about this baby she got beat up by her dad
She was nine months old and he was a full grown man She may have been learning how to crawl and he put a fist in her face And the doctor said this baby's gone she can't be replaced Now you read a lot of things in the daily news But I'm laying awake at nights wondering what to do I pray the Lord her soul to keep cause all down here are fast asleep But I want to say this baby belongs to me and you So we gotta wake up this baby belongs to me and you Everyday when I wake up in this world and it's spinning out of control Who's at the wheel seems no one knows We're all just like a baby frightened and so sad Feeling beat up by someone who looks like dad Now you read a lot of things... So we gotta wake up this baby belongs to me and you |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
How long was I asleep?
When did we plan to meet? Have you been waiting long for me? When did the sky turn black? Do you still want me back? I'll pick it all up piece by piece. And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. I am a river with a voice. I came into your life by choice. And none can judge just how that feels. You are a messenger from God. You are the angel I forgot. And who's to say that it isn't real? And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. I'm not looking for the answers. Oh, darling don't you see That just to know the question Is good enough for me. Take up the hearts you came to heal. Put down your dagger and your shield. You need fear nothing now from me. I see the essence of the man. I stand before you as a friend. The truth moves through us even when we sleep. And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROSANNE CASH <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
How long was I asleep?
When did we plan to meet? Have you been waiting long for me? When did the sky turn black? Do you still want me back? I'll pick it all up piece by piece. And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. I am a river with a voice. I came into your life by choice. And none can judge just how that feels. You are a messenger from God. You are the angel I forgot. And who's to say that it isn't real? And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. I'm not looking for the answers. Oh, darling don't you see That just to know the question Is good enough for me. Take up the hearts you came to heal. Put down your dagger and your shield. You need fear nothing now from me. I see the essence of the man. I stand before you as a friend. The truth moves through us even when we sleep. And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROSANNE CASH <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Very Best Of Rosanne Cash (2005)
How long was I asleep?
When did we plan to meet? Have you been waiting long for me? When did the sky turn black? Do you still want me back? I'll pick it all up piece by piece. And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. I am a river with a voice. I came into your life by choice. And none can judge just how that feels. You are a messenger from God. You are the angel I forgot. And who's to say that it isn't real? And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. I'm not looking for the answers. Oh, darling don't you see That just to know the question Is good enough for me. Take up the hearts you came to heal. Put down your dagger and your shield. You need fear nothing now from me. I see the essence of the man. I stand before you as a friend. The truth moves through us even when we sleep. And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROSANNE CASH <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
Just one more kiss she'll have to miss this night with you
Now you're guilty of this secret love as I am too You'll get used to telling lies feeling sorry when she cries Now that the strings aren't attached you'll catch on we've done our part Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Lesson number one we've just begun to hurt her so And with lesson two she'll long for you when lights are low And when we get to lesson three when she gets down on her knees And begs you to stop at the door just before she comes apart Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Now we've made a trail of tears for her to follow And we've thought of every line that she might swallow And with lesson four there will be no more for her to bear And on some dark night we'll dim the lights on this affair Then she'll find somebody new and he'll likely hurt her too Cause there must be millions just like you and me practiced in the art Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way, this is the way, this is the way, this is the way Oh this is the way we make a broken heart |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
Just one more kiss she'll have to miss this night with you
Now you're guilty of this secret love as I am too You'll get used to telling lies feeling sorry when she cries Now that the strings aren't attached you'll catch on we've done our part Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Lesson number one we've just begun to hurt her so And with lesson two she'll long for you when lights are low And when we get to lesson three when she gets down on her knees And begs you to stop at the door just before she comes apart Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Now we've made a trail of tears for her to follow And we've thought of every line that she might swallow And with lesson four there will be no more for her to bear And on some dark night we'll dim the lights on this affair Then she'll find somebody new and he'll likely hurt her too Cause there must be millions just like you and me practiced in the art Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way, this is the way, this is the way, this is the way Oh this is the way we make a broken heart |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
Just one more kiss she'll have to miss this night with you
Now you're guilty of this secret love as I am too You'll get used to telling lies feeling sorry when she cries Now that the strings aren't attached you'll catch on we've done our part Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Lesson number one we've just begun to hurt her so And with lesson two she'll long for you when lights are low And when we get to lesson three when she gets down on her knees And begs you to stop at the door just before she comes apart Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Now we've made a trail of tears for her to follow And we've thought of every line that she might swallow And with lesson four there will be no more for her to bear And on some dark night we'll dim the lights on this affair Then she'll find somebody new and he'll likely hurt her too Cause there must be millions just like you and me practiced in the art Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way, this is the way, this is the way, this is the way Oh this is the way we make a broken heart |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Very Best Of Rosanne Cash (2005)
Just one more kiss she'll have to miss this night with you
Now you're guilty of this secret love as I am too You'll get used to telling lies feeling sorry when she cries Now that the strings aren't attached you'll catch on we've done our part Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Lesson number one we've just begun to hurt her so And with lesson two she'll long for you when lights are low And when we get to lesson three when she gets down on her knees And begs you to stop at the door just before she comes apart Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Now we've made a trail of tears for her to follow And we've thought of every line that she might swallow And with lesson four there will be no more for her to bear And on some dark night we'll dim the lights on this affair Then she'll find somebody new and he'll likely hurt her too Cause there must be millions just like you and me practiced in the art Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way, this is the way, this is the way, this is the way Oh this is the way we make a broken heart |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
I know the truth about you babe
Know the stories you tell I can feel your heart locked up inside you Swear I know you so well When the wind blows out across the water and we stand here in this light all our secrets fall like raindrops between us and i know the truth tonight know the truth about you babe i can feel it through your hands i can touch it when i'm sleeping i can love it when you can if our ships sail on to distant places and our memories burn and fade i might say i loved a man just like you and i know the truth today i know the truth bout you babe where you fall and where you stand where your walls still come between us where you take it like a man |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
I don't know what you feel no more when you look in my eyes
I know I'm the same girl who walked out that door, But I'm brand new inside, Maybe what I'm sayin' ain't true after all, I take it a minute at a time, Maybe all I want is to hold you right now with no compromise, This is the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad The numbness overcomes me now like alcohol and fear, And I want to crawl inside you, baby, but I don't want you near, A woman's her own mystery, not a shadow of her man, But I'm not a queen inside a mirror no more, I'm not a guard to hold hand, This is the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad Well, I've got no answers now, And I don't expect them of you Thank God for second chances, baby, Cause there's something I can give to you, And it's the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROSANNE CASH <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
I don't know what you feel no more when you look in my eyes
I know I'm the same girl who walked out that door, But I'm brand new inside, Maybe what I'm sayin' ain't true after all, I take it a minute at a time, Maybe all I want is to hold you right now with no compromise, This is the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad The numbness overcomes me now like alcohol and fear, And I want to crawl inside you, baby, but I don't want you near, A woman's her own mystery, not a shadow of her man, But I'm not a queen inside a mirror no more, I'm not a guard to hold hand, This is the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad Well, I've got no answers now, And I don't expect them of you Thank God for second chances, baby, Cause there's something I can give to you, And it's the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROSANNE CASH <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
In a little cabaret
In a south Texas boarder town Sat a boy and his guitar And the people came from all around And all the girls From there to Austin Were slippin' away from home And puttin' jewelry in hock to take the trip To go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Well he couldn't ride or wrangle And he never cared to make it dime But give him his guitar And he'd be happy all the time And all the girls From nine to ninety Were snappin' fingers Tappin' toes And beggin' him don't stop And hypnotized And fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Then one day he was gone And no one ever saw him 'round He vanished like the breeze They forgot him in the little town But all the girls Still dreamed about him And hung around The caberet until the doors were locked And then one day On the hit parade Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
In a little cabaret
In a south Texas boarder town Sat a boy and his guitar And the people came from all around And all the girls From there to Austin Were slippin' away from home And puttin' jewelry in hock to take the trip To go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Well he couldn't ride or wrangle And he never cared to make it dime But give him his guitar And he'd be happy all the time And all the girls From nine to ninety Were snappin' fingers Tappin' toes And beggin' him don't stop And hypnotized And fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Then one day he was gone And no one ever saw him 'round He vanished like the breeze They forgot him in the little town But all the girls Still dreamed about him And hung around The caberet until the doors were locked And then one day On the hit parade Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play |
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from SUPER HITS OF THE '80s (1997)
In a little cabaret
In a south Texas boarder town Sat a boy and his guitar And the people came from all around And all the girls From there to Austin Were slippin' away from home And puttin' jewelry in hock to take the trip To go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Well he couldn't ride or wrangle And he never cared to make it dime But give him his guitar And he'd be happy all the time And all the girls From nine to ninety Were snappin' fingers Tappin' toes And beggin' him don't stop And hypnotized And fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Then one day he was gone And no one ever saw him 'round He vanished like the breeze They forgot him in the little town But all the girls Still dreamed about him And hung around The caberet until the doors were locked And then one day On the hit parade Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
In a little cabaret
In a south Texas boarder town Sat a boy and his guitar And the people came from all around And all the girls From there to Austin Were slippin' away from home And puttin' jewelry in hock to take the trip To go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Well he couldn't ride or wrangle And he never cared to make it dime But give him his guitar And he'd be happy all the time And all the girls From nine to ninety Were snappin' fingers Tappin' toes And beggin' him don't stop And hypnotized And fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Then one day he was gone And no one ever saw him 'round He vanished like the breeze They forgot him in the little town But all the girls Still dreamed about him And hung around The caberet until the doors were locked And then one day On the hit parade Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Very Best Of Rosanne Cash (2005)
In a little cabaret
In a south Texas boarder town Sat a boy and his guitar And the people came from all around And all the girls From there to Austin Were slippin' away from home And puttin' jewelry in hock to take the trip To go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Well he couldn't ride or wrangle And he never cared to make it dime But give him his guitar And he'd be happy all the time And all the girls From nine to ninety Were snappin' fingers Tappin' toes And beggin' him don't stop And hypnotized And fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Then one day he was gone And no one ever saw him 'round He vanished like the breeze They forgot him in the little town But all the girls Still dreamed about him And hung around The caberet until the doors were locked And then one day On the hit parade Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
It's the ghost of a dream
That awakens me in the night When no ones around But I don't hear the sound Of those tears falling down And its the breath of a kiss And so much tenderness That drives my knees to the ground But we don't hear the sound Of those tears falling down There's a river that won't forget And a wind that gives us breath But in the cradle of our fears We sleep without tears And it's your eyes close to mine That lets in the light That shows me where love can be found But I don't hear the sound Of those tears falling down |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
I'll send the angels to watch
Over you tonight And you send them right back To me A lonely road is a bodyguard If we really want it to be There's a fascination behind Every window But I know you really care for me And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free No one sees behind the mask No one knows I'm sinking fast But soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free Love is just a lunar slave It's tied to the ebb and flow Generations get glued to the waves Just to see which way they'll go There's a desperation on wild street corners But I think you're just waiting for me And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those wild ones free No one sees behind the door But everyday it's one step forward And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those wild ones free All those nights I laid with my eyes closed But not sleeping at all Those nights I thought I knew which way the wind blows But now its blowing me back to you And the wind speaks French too No one sees and no one knows But every day I'm letting go And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris Soon we'll we sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
I'll send the angels to watch
Over you tonight And you send them right back To me A lonely road is a bodyguard If we really want it to be There's a fascination behind Every window But I know you really care for me And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free No one sees behind the mask No one knows I'm sinking fast But soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free Love is just a lunar slave It's tied to the ebb and flow Generations get glued to the waves Just to see which way they'll go There's a desperation on wild street corners But I think you're just waiting for me And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those wild ones free No one sees behind the door But everyday it's one step forward And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those wild ones free All those nights I laid with my eyes closed But not sleeping at all Those nights I thought I knew which way the wind blows But now its blowing me back to you And the wind speaks French too No one sees and no one knows But every day I'm letting go And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris Soon we'll we sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Very Best Of Rosanne Cash (2005)
I'll send the angels to watch
Over you tonight And you send them right back To me A lonely road is a bodyguard If we really want it to be There's a fascination behind Every window But I know you really care for me And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free No one sees behind the mask No one knows I'm sinking fast But soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free Love is just a lunar slave It's tied to the ebb and flow Generations get glued to the waves Just to see which way they'll go There's a desperation on wild street corners But I think you're just waiting for me And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those wild ones free No one sees behind the door But everyday it's one step forward And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those wild ones free All those nights I laid with my eyes closed But not sleeping at all Those nights I thought I knew which way the wind blows But now its blowing me back to you And the wind speaks French too No one sees and no one knows But every day I'm letting go And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris Soon we'll we sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
The world keeps getting smaller
'til it closes 'round my room and everything I feel now is hard and fast and true My window is a spotlight on the madness down below it takes a silent figure to make this place a home Now the candles burn all night without |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
The world keeps getting smaller
'til it closes 'round my room and everything I feel now is hard and fast and true My window is a spotlight on the madness down below it takes a silent figure to make this place a home Now the candles burn all night without |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Very Best Of Rosanne Cash (2005)
The world keeps getting smaller
'til it closes 'round my room and everything I feel now is hard and fast and true My window is a spotlight on the madness down below it takes a silent figure to make this place a home Now the candles burn all night without |
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from Rosanne Cash - Seven Year Ache (1984)
You act like you were just born tonight
Face down in a memory but feeling all right So who does your past belong to today? Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way The girls in the bars thinking, "who is this guy?" But they don't think no |
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from Rosanne Cash - Seven Year Ache (1984)
You act like you were just born tonight
Face down in a memory but feeling all right So who does your past belong to today? Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way The girls in the bars thinking, "who is this guy?" But they don't think no |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
You act like you were just born tonight
Face down in a memory but feeling all right So who does your past belong to today? Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way The girls in the bars thinking, "who is this guy?" But they don't think no |
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from Rosanne Cash - Right Or Wrong/ Seven Year Ache (2005)
You act like you were just born tonight
Face down in a memory but feeling all right So who does your past belong to today? Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way The girls in the bars thinking, "who is this guy?" But they don't think no |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Very Best Of Rosanne Cash (2005)
You act like you were just born tonight
Face down in a memory but feeling all right So who does your past belong to today? Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way The girls in the bars thinking, "who is this guy?" But they don't think no |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rules Of Travel (2003)
There's a cross above the baby's bed
a savior in her dreams but she was not delivered then and the baby became me There's a light inside the darkened room a footstep on the stair a door that I forever close to leave those memories there When the shadows lengthen into the evening sun first there's summer, then I'll let you in September when it comes I want to crawl outside these walls close my eyes and see fall into your heart and arms touch your face and breathe I cannot move a mountain now I can no longer run I cannot be who I was then in a way I never was I watch the clouds go sailing watch the clock and sun I watch myself depending on September when it comes When the shadows lengthen and burn away the past I will fly me like an angel to a place where I can rest When this begins I'll let you in September when it comes |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rules of Travel (2003)
There's a cross above the baby's bed
a savior in her dreams but she was not delivered then and the baby became me There's a light inside the darkened room a footstep on the stair a door that I forever close to leave those memories there When the shadows lengthen into the evening sun first there's summer, then I'll let you in September when it comes I want to crawl outside these walls close my eyes and see fall into your heart and arms touch your face and breathe I cannot move a mountain now I can no longer run I cannot be who I was then in a way I never was I watch the clouds go sailing watch the clock and sun I watch myself depending on September when it comes When the shadows lengthen and burn away the past I will fly me like an angel to a place where I can rest When this begins I'll let you in September when it comes |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Very Best Of Rosanne Cash (2005)
There's a cross above the baby's bed
a savior in her dreams but she was not delivered then and the baby became me There's a light inside the darkened room a footstep on the stair a door that I forever close to leave those memories there When the shadows lengthen into the evening sun first there's summer, then I'll let you in September when it comes I want to crawl outside these walls close my eyes and see fall into your heart and arms touch your face and breathe I cannot move a mountain now I can no longer run I cannot be who I was then in a way I never was I watch the clouds go sailing watch the clock and sun I watch myself depending on September when it comes When the shadows lengthen and burn away the past I will fly me like an angel to a place where I can rest When this begins I'll let you in September when it comes |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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from Train Super Hits / Hot Tracks (1998)
I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rules Of Travel (2003)
Now that you know how the heart bends and breaks.
Just throw away the book, and take a second look, Behind the door: a guided tour; what we came here for. One: don't let the sun go down on, Two: love, but are undone by, Three: whose name is..... I won't even start before we learn the rules. Like one: don't let the sun go down on, Two: love, but are undone by, Three: whose name is..... I won't even start before we learn the rules of travel, Inside each other's hearts; Inside each other's hearts. When do the walls tumble down? Into the sky, into the stars and the ground. Today, to give it up; surrender to the love, no man to hold. No way to know that you are home. One: don't let the sun go down on, Two: love, but are undone by, Three: whose name is..... I won't even start before we learn the rules. Like one: don't let the sun go down on, Two: love, but are undone by, Three: whose name is..... I won't even start before we learn the rules of travel, Inside each other's hearts; Inside each other's hearts. Instrumental break. One: (Don't let the sun.) Two: Three: (Don't let the sun.) Four. One: don't let the sun go down on, Two: love, but are undone by, Three: whose name is..... I won't even start before we learn the rules. Like one: don't let the sun go down on, Two: love, but are undone by, Three: whose name is..... I won't even start before we learn the rules of travel, Inside each other's hearts; Inside each other's hearts. |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rules of Travel (2003)
Now that you know how the heart bends and breaks.
Just throw away the book, and take a second look, Behind the door: a guided tour; what we came here for. One: don't let the sun go down on, Two: love, but are undone by, Three: whose name is..... I won't even start before we learn the rules. Like one: don't let the sun go down on, Two: love, but are undone by, Three: whose name is..... I won't even start before we learn the rules of travel, Inside each other's hearts; Inside each other's hearts. When do the walls tumble down? Into the sky, into the stars and the ground. Today, to give it up; surrender to the love, no man to hold. No way to know that you are home. One: don't let the sun go down on, Two: love, but are undone by, Three: whose name is..... I won't even start before we learn the rules. Like one: don't let the sun go down on, Two: love, but are undone by, Three: whose name is..... I won't even start before we learn the rules of travel, Inside each other's hearts; Inside each other's hearts. Instrumental break. One: (Don't let the sun.) Two: Three: (Don't let the sun.) Four. One: don't let the sun go down on, Two: love, but are undone by, Three: whose name is..... I won't even start before we learn the rules. Like one: don't let the sun go down on, Two: love, but are undone by, Three: whose name is..... I won't even start before we learn the rules of travel, Inside each other's hearts; Inside each other's hearts. |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
Cash Roseanne
King's record shop Rosie strike back He's a bruiser, he likes to tease you He's a loser, you think he needs you You always come back, you always come back for more He winds up tight, out all night Been drinkin' down he's looking for a fight He knocks you down; you don't even know what for [Chorus] Rosie strike back Rosie strike back Hit the road and never look back You can't suffer your whole life living like that Get goin', don't pack Take the baby and the clothes on your back Keep walking Rosie Strike back You think he's changin', weeks pass He's angry, lies coiled like a snake in the grass The time will come when he takes it all out on you He throws punches, you bear with him Don't take it on you, Rosie, don't be his victim You can't carry the blame for what he's puttin' you through [Chorus] Don't take his world on your shoulder Don't let your heart grow much colder There's people out there who can help you If you let them help you Hey, Rosie Keep walking, Rosie [Chorus] |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
Cash Roseanne
King's record shop Rosie strike back He's a bruiser, he likes to tease you He's a loser, you think he needs you You always come back, you always come back for more He winds up tight, out all night Been drinkin' down he's looking for a fight He knocks you down; you don't even know what for [Chorus] Rosie strike back Rosie strike back Hit the road and never look back You can't suffer your whole life living like that Get goin', don't pack Take the baby and the clothes on your back Keep walking Rosie Strike back You think he's changin', weeks pass He's angry, lies coiled like a snake in the grass The time will come when he takes it all out on you He throws punches, you bear with him Don't take it on you, Rosie, don't be his victim You can't carry the blame for what he's puttin' you through [Chorus] Don't take his world on your shoulder Don't let your heart grow much colder There's people out there who can help you If you let them help you Hey, Rosie Keep walking, Rosie [Chorus] |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
I throw your roses in the fire
To make the flames a little higher I watch your roses turn to dust I know no man that I can trust I throw your roses in the fire 'Cause I burn with pity and desire I'll be your vision dressed in black Who won't be back Another woman's on the telephone Pick it up Tell her you're home I see your face turn into broken glass Talking slow Thinking fast I throw your roses in the fire No one could say I didn't try I watch your roses fall like tears I've crawled this path for all these years I throw your roses in the fire To burn away the old desire We were a desperate pair of souls So let me go Another woman has her point of view Let her talk Now that we're through I see your face retreat behind the glass Oh I'll kill you if we can't be friends I'll bleed like diamonds running Through your hands I'll be a bitter taste you can't forget And I won't leave this world until you relent I throw your roses on the fire To burn away the old desire I watch your roses turn to dust I know no man that I can trust I throw your roses in the fire To make the flames a little higher I'll be your vision dressed in black Who won't be back I won't be back I won't be back |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I don't want to be a star I don't want to talk through glass
I don't want to check my appearance in your eyes I don't need a million bucks baby it don't take much I don't need to play the princess all the time I want to be a real woman changing every day I want to be a real woman real in every way I want to be a real woman I don't want to be admired I don't want to take my smile I don't want to use my charm to disarm you You don't have to spin your wheels oh baby I know how that feels You don't have to pass some test just to impress me I want to be a real woman... Real is how I deal with what I deal with Real is how I feel when I know how I'm feelin' I don't want to be a man I just want to be what I am I don't want to hide my light so yours keeps shining If you don't want to face the truth then you're not gonna like what I do You're not gonna make or break me so don't start trying I want to be a real woman... |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I don't want to be a star I don't want to talk through glass
I don't want to check my appearance in your eyes I don't need a million bucks baby it don't take much I don't need to play the princess all the time I want to be a real woman changing every day I want to be a real woman real in every way I want to be a real woman I don't want to be admired I don't want to take my smile I don't want to use my charm to disarm you You don't have to spin your wheels oh baby I know how that feels You don't have to pass some test just to impress me I want to be a real woman... Real is how I deal with what I deal with Real is how I feel when I know how I'm feelin' I don't want to be a man I just want to be what I am I don't want to hide my light so yours keeps shining If you don't want to face the truth then you're not gonna like what I do You're not gonna make or break me so don't start trying I want to be a real woman... |
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from Rosanne Cash - 10 Song Demo (2003)
Standing on the edge of tonight
Don't know if I'll fall or fly But that's the price you pay for temptation There's no other way through temptation That's the price you pay Well, I'll let the rivers cry through my eyes And watch myself go crazy with desire But that's the price you pay for temptation There's no other way through temptation That's the price you pay God says, "Here's a lesson and a kiss You can walk though fire or crawl through this" But that's the price you pay for temptation There's no other way through temptation That's the price you pay |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
She paints her fingernails forbidden tones
She wants nervous youth on the telephone He don't call, she sticks another pin in her doll And puts it next to her stuffed animals She got the tube top, she got the French heels She got the blow dry, she got her eyes peeled She got the tight jeans, seventeen magazine She got it all, she got it all, she got it all in her pink bedroom She thinks all her boyfriends are so dumb She drinks Coca-Cola with Valium Mother calls, she sticks another pin in her doll And lets those fingers talk her into it She got the lip gloss, she got the short shorts She got her records and they're all imports She got her good looks, she got her yearbook She got it all, she got it all, she got it all in her pink bedroom They say they got her future down at the desk Now they're drawing blood for the grown-up test Something crawls beneath her lily skin And her doll is so relieved, she's lost her innocence It was a teen game now we're serious It's all customized, don't get curious She got her pension and your attention She got it all, she got it all, she got it all in her pink bedroom |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I picked up the phone, you were both on the line
Your words to each other froze me in time A lifetime between us just burnt on the wires Dissolved in a dial tone, consumed in your fires Your footsteps beside me, the phone in my hand I can't move I can't stand Our faces in pieces, facades on the floor The pretense between us for a moment destroyed I don't want to go on with these words in my heart But the ghost of your anger will tear us apart How my little world just went up in smoke I'm too young I'm too old One day soon I'll know One day soon I'll just let it go I run from the bedroom with legs paralyzed I carve out my future part prophet, part blind It's nobody's business, no one is to blame We'll meet in the distance, new numbers new names I've lifted the veil, I've walked through the fire I'll move on I'll go higher |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I picked up the phone, you were both on the line
Your words to each other froze me in time A lifetime between us just burnt on the wires Dissolved in a dial tone, consumed in your fires Your footsteps beside me, the phone in my hand I can't move I can't stand Our faces in pieces, facades on the floor The pretense between us for a moment destroyed I don't want to go on with these words in my heart But the ghost of your anger will tear us apart How my little world just went up in smoke I'm too young I'm too old One day soon I'll know One day soon I'll just let it go I run from the bedroom with legs paralyzed I carve out my future part prophet, part blind It's nobody's business, no one is to blame We'll meet in the distance, new numbers new names I've lifted the veil, I've walked through the fire I'll move on I'll go higher |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
On the surface everything seems right no one notices the dimness of the light For the world outside our door our smiles are oh so bright On the surface everything's all right We have the grace of actors on the stage We orchestrate the moves that complement the play But the things that we believe in we just throw them away On the surface everything's okay [ guitar ] We say goodnight and then we close our eyes To drift in different worlds far from each other's sight Dreaming of yesterday when we held each other tight And on the surface everything's all right What are you thinking tonight I don't know you (I don't know you) My words disappear in the night and there's no one there to notice Maybe our lives will never be the same But we can face tomorrow if we can just get through today I'm holding back the tears while you're pushing me away But on the surface everything's okay yeah on the surface everything's okay 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
On the surface everything seems right no one notices the dimness of the light
For the world outside our door our smiles are oh so bright On the surface everything's all right We have the grace of actors on the stage We orchestrate the moves that complement the play But the things that we believe in we just throw them away On the surface everything's okay We say goodnight and then we close our eyes To drift in different worlds far from each other's sight Dreaming of yesterday when we held each other tight And on the surface everything's all right What are you thinking tonight I don't know you (I don't know you) My words disappear in the night and there's no one there to notice Maybe our lives will never be the same But we can face tomorrow if we can just get through today I'm holding back the tears while you're pushing me away But on the surface everything's okay yeah on the surface everything's okay |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
On the surface everything seems right no one notices the dimness of the light
For the world outside our door our smiles are oh so bright On the surface everything's all right We have the grace of actors on the stage We orchestrate the moves that complement the play But the things that we believe in we just throw them away On the surface everything's okay We say goodnight and then we close our eyes To drift in different worlds far from each other's sight Dreaming of yesterday when we held each other tight And on the surface everything's all right What are you thinking tonight I don't know you (I don't know you) My words disappear in the night and there's no one there to notice Maybe our lives will never be the same But we can face tomorrow if we can just get through today I'm holding back the tears while you're pushing me away But on the surface everything's okay yeah on the surface everything's okay |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Very Best Of Rosanne Cash (2005)
On the surface everything seems right no one notices the dimness of the light
For the world outside our door our smiles are oh so bright On the surface everything's all right We have the grace of actors on the stage We orchestrate the moves that complement the play But the things that we believe in we just throw them away On the surface everything's okay We say goodnight and then we close our eyes To drift in different worlds far from each other's sight Dreaming of yesterday when we held each other tight And on the surface everything's all right What are you thinking tonight I don't know you (I don't know you) My words disappear in the night and there's no one there to notice Maybe our lives will never be the same But we can face tomorrow if we can just get through today I'm holding back the tears while you're pushing me away But on the surface everything's okay yeah on the surface everything's okay |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
We crawled night and day through the tears and debries
Now I'm reaching out to you but I'm keeping my hands clean The tables are turning the tempo slows down And we're gettin' off this misery-go-round It's a brand new world baby now things have changed A brand new picture in a brand new frame A turn of the page with a blink of your eye Our two steps in rhythm our hearts beatin' time On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside A critical moment I know you'd agree both of us separate but neither one free We traded our papers for new walking shoes But I had no idea how I'd feel without you We watched it unravel we heard it unwind imprisoned by anger embittered by time No one could tell me we'd be standing here today Steeled by the fire and sealed by the pain On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside I'm holding on to you and I know you're holding on to me too We gave it one more chance and found the key to romance Now none of it happens like we think it should be Hey it'd all be disaster if left up to me By the power of love and protection divine We found we hold hands through the darkness and then there was light On the inside, it all happened on the inside It all went down on the inside On the inside, it all happened on the inside It all went down on the inside |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
We crawled night and day through the tears and debries
Now I'm reaching out to you but I'm keeping my hands clean The tables are turning the tempo slows down And we're gettin' off this misery-go-round It's a brand new world baby now things have changed A brand new picture in a brand new frame A turn of the page with a blink of your eye Our two steps in rhythm our hearts beatin' time On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside A critical moment I know you'd agree both of us separate but neither one free We traded our papers for new walking shoes But I had no idea how I'd feel without you We watched it unravel we heard it unwind imprisoned by anger embittered by time No one could tell me we'd be standing here today Steeled by the fire and sealed by the pain On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside I'm holding on to you and I know you're holding on to me too We gave it one more chance and found the key to romance Now none of it happens like we think it should be Hey it'd all be disaster if left up to me By the power of love and protection divine We found we hold hands through the darkness and then there was light On the inside, it all happened on the inside It all went down on the inside On the inside, it all happened on the inside It all went down on the inside |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
We crawled night and day through the tears and debries
Now I'm reaching out to you but I'm keeping my hands clean The tables are turning the tempo slows down And we're gettin' off this misery-go-round It's a brand new world baby now things have changed A brand new picture in a brand new frame A turn of the page with a blink of your eye Our two steps in rhythm our hearts beatin' time On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside A critical moment I know you'd agree both of us separate but neither one free We traded our papers for new walking shoes But I had no idea how I'd feel without you We watched it unravel we heard it unwind imprisoned by anger embittered by time No one could tell me we'd be standing here today Steeled by the fire and sealed by the pain On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside I'm holding on to you and I know you're holding on to me too We gave it one more chance and found the key to romance Now none of it happens like we think it should be Hey it'd all be disaster if left up to me By the power of love and protection divine We found we hold hands through the darkness and then there was light On the inside, it all happened on the inside It all went down on the inside On the inside, it all happened on the inside It all went down on the inside |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Very Best Of Rosanne Cash (2005)
You don't want no more heartaches
And I don't want no teardrops What else is love to talk about Cause I ain't yours you ain't mine The song don't fit and the words don't rhyme Old memories keep standing in the way You lost her I lost him Two old hearts just won't love again We don't need no memories hanging round Since she's gone it don't seem right Better off left alone at night I ain't faking feelings far away The days just come and disappear You can't talk when I don't hear It don't make no difference anyway I lost her you lost him Two old hearts just won't love again I don't need no memories hanging round I want her you need him Two old fire won't burn again We don't need no memories hanging round |
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from Rosanne Cash - Right Or Wrong/ Seven Year Ache (2005)
You don't want no more heartaches
And I don't want no teardrops What else is love to talk about Cause I ain't yours you ain't mine The song don't fit and the words don't rhyme Old memories keep standing in the way You lost her I lost him Two old hearts just won't love again We don't need no memories hanging round Since she's gone it don't seem right Better off left alone at night I ain't faking feelings far away The days just come and disappear You can't talk when I don't hear It don't make no difference anyway I lost her you lost him Two old hearts just won't love again I don't need no memories hanging round I want her you need him Two old fire won't burn again We don't need no memories hanging round |
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