Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart When you go, what you leave is a work of art On my chest, on my heart And my love is yours but your love's not mine And we'll hate what we've lost but we'll love what we find She went out

In the someday what's that sound? Runny nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still haven't had my fulfill Broken heart and broken bones Think about some capsules of horse pills One more quirky cliched phrase

Sorrow swallows my screams My story starts the day they said "she can't be found" the news so dark, heart stopped, I stood silent without a sound It's over, she's finished, mother lies with my father and sister too Cold-blooded, they suffered, shot down

I need to heart-break-loose-the wind Dedela umoya wami, baba (set my spirit free, father) Take my heart away (repeat) To be the sound of wild geese calling To be ten seasons in a night To dance the sun beyond the tides of war and peace To put silence

In the dark In the dark, it's just you and I There's not a sound and there's not one sigh Just the beat of my poor heart Now, in the dark I get such a thrill Well, well, when he places his fingertips upon my lips And he begs me, "Please be still In the

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore It's your turn, to take a seat

There's a storm in the heartland She's leavin' me just like a restless wind And I can see my world is comin' to an end Like the sounds of thunder empty words ring out again The leaves on the tree are turnin' inside out From the Great White North there's

So if anybody thinks I'm a hero When they watch me walk right into the flames I'm just marching to the sound of her heartbeat Yeah, I'm a solider but if I'm a solider She's an army, an army, an army On the front line she's a statue, a safe place to run

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind may blow But there still be many miles to go Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain And stream that falls from hill to plain Better than rain or rippling brook Is a mug

In the someday what's that sound? Runny nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still haven't had my fulfill Broken heart and broken bones Think about some capsules of horse pills One more quirky cliched phrase