Can I lay by your side, next to you, you You told me not to cry when you were gone But the feeling's overwhelming, it's much too strong And make sure you're alright I'll take care of you Lay me down tonight, lay me by your side Yes I do, I believe That

I'd like to know when she's not with me If she's still true to me I'd like to know when we're kissing Does she feel just what I feel, And how am I to know it's really real. Oh, tell me where, the answer lies Is it in her kiss or in her eyes It's a

Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc) Tell the boys I'll follow you Tell the boys their time is through I'll follow you 'Cause they got no heart You're my Joan of Arc When the boys are over you Mais ce n'est pas moi Joan, it's true

Rumor has it she has you Rumor has it you love her too Talk is cheap but the price is high when it's true I overheard a conservation your name was mentioned in But they didn't talk about us, only her again I didn't want to listen but I hung on every word

I want to know Have you ever seen the rain? Have you ever seen the rain Comin' down on a sunny day? Someone told me long ago There's a calm before the storm I know; it's been comin' for some time. When it's over so they say

Rumor has it she has you Rumor has it you love her too Talk is cheap but the price is high when it's true I overheard a conservation your name was mentioned in But they didn't talk about us, only her again I didn't want to listen but I hung on every word

I know there's a way Before the awful sound Started coming down It's an awful sound We can make 'em pay Think it over and say (I'm never going back again) We can leave today When you hit the ground You and I were born

I'm running out of room For your tattoos How can I get over you, over you When you're all over me? So don't tell me it's cool That I'm tattooed How can I get over you, over you? When you're all over me, yeah yeah One touch always makes me

It's cherry pink and apple blossom white When your true lover comes your way The poets say The story goes that once a cherry tree Beside an apple tree did grow And there a boy once met his bride to be Long long ago The boy looked into her eyes, it was a

It’s a fragile thing, this life we lead, If I think too much, I can’t get over When by the grace, by which we live Our lives with death over our shoulders Want you to know, that should I go, I always loved you, held you high above too Hear the sirens,