If I should die before I wake I'll go into the night whispering your name If lying in your arms is the last thing that I do At least I know that I'll be loved by you In about a hundred years from now When all of my love letters are found And someone

I thought I needed fortune I thought I needed fame But all I need is to hear you Whisper my name Funny thing about dreamers When the dream is in their sights Just to get where they're going They leave a lot of good things behind Guess you could call me a

Dreams the world far away Eva flies away In this cruel children's game There's no friend to call her name Eva sails away The Good in her will be my sunflower field 6:30 winter morn Snow keeps falling, silent dawn A rose by any other name

As the crow flies baby, well I ain?t so far from you In a dream last night, where I heard you call my name Well you don?t know baby how I miss your sweet caress But since I don?t have wings, I can?t get home as fast as I want to Well I took it as an omen

Feels like my life is ready to blow Me and my love we'll take it slow I hope she knows that I'll love her long I just don't know where the hell I belong She remembers my name How optimism led me astray Two hundred things I took the wrong way But I saw

The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your/my mind The Phantom of the Opera In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find

Only fools do what I do, only fools fall Only fools fall for you, only fools (Only fools) I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes I see a little house on the hill and children's names But everything is shattering and it's my mistake Only

She's callin' my name Is that riding down the road, her shotgun with me Those come-to-bed eyes when she's had too many That way she don't have to say a thing That wink when her dress starts falling The way she's gotten my heart wrapped up all in one look

I am an old woman named after my mother My old man is another child that's grown old If dreams were lightning thunder was desire This old house would have burnt down a long time ago Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry Make me a poster of an old

Another groove without a name, carried through the floor Memory recalls visions of lust All my dreams attended, and then farewell, my love The train is gone, deep fog remains Until the light faded away In firelight, dancing with no pulse I broken in