How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger His warm arms all around me? How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul down To a place where it longs to be? All of your history has little to do with your face

He walks away, The sun goes down, He takes the day but I'm grown, And it's okay, My tears dry on their own, In this blue shade, So we are history, My deep shade, All I can ever be to you,

The sun goes down He takes the day, but I'm grown And in your way He walks away My tears dry on their own In this blue shade So we are history Your shadow covers me The sky above ablaze

And I wonder if you love me too Ooh, what a wonderful world this could be Don't know much about biology I don't know much about my history, now Don't know much about the science book, now Don't know much about the French I took All I do know is I love

And I wonder if you love me too Ooh, what a wonderful world this could be Don't know much about biology I don't know much about my history, now Don't know much about the science book, now Don't know much about the French I took All I do know is I love

Now Jesse had a wife Lived a lady all her life And children they were brave But history does record That Bob and Charlie ford Have laid poor Jesse in his grave Jesse James we understand Has killed many a man He robbed the union trains

Suh mi nuh listen when some suck pussy bway A try dis mi How me buss a New York City Dat a create de mystery Box mi inna mi face Yuh mussi mad Dats highly unlikely Mi a mek history

Wild as a willow in a hurricane Strong enough to stand in stormy weather We might be Crazy enough to make history And if we don't die young, we might just live forever You roll through life like a rolling fire I bring the rain like a thunderstorm It all

The skies are burning with thunder The seas are ablaze with flame Set the course for Cartagena The sands of time will remember our names History is written today Sailing the raging seas To distant lands unknown Porto Bello fell in a day Now Britannia

Well I know, I know, I know History recalls how great the fall can be While everybody's sleeping, the boats put out to sea Borne on the wings of time It seemed the answers were so easy to find "To late," the prophets (profits) cry The island's sinking,