And P.S. if this is Austin I still love you She left without leavin' a number Said she needed to clear her mind He figured she'd gone back to Austin 'Cause she talked about it all the time It was almost a year before she called him up Three rings and an

I am believing The lion paws his own teeth now Their hearts are gold What if we run like the wind? Their hearts are gold So you you can love him now What if it were all a dream? What if we were demigods? They'd take to our knee

In the name of (love) In the name of love, name of love In the name of (oh oh oh, oh oh oh) Do it all in the name of love In the name of If I told you this was only gonna hurt If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn Would you walk in? Would you let me

He's a souldier And he's a souldier Yeah, he's a souldier But he's a souldier He is fighting and fighting for some more Yeah, he is fighting and fighting for love now He is fighting, fighting for some more I saw him with my eyes, bearing roses in his

A flea shine shoeshine man of fifteen Brings the house in with a smile All twelve teeth tell myriad stories One upon one and one The breath in his hand waving Drives the gypsy woman mad She loves him anyway Has told him so a thousand times or more She

This good hearted woman in love with her good timin' man She's a good hearted woman in love with a good timin' man And she loves him in spite of his ways that she don't understand And through teardrops and laughter they'll pass through this world hand in

Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all So he ties it up, he tucks it in, he pulls it back, and gives a grin He gets his

It's coming down, down, I'm coming down He's coming down, down, I'm coming down I've got a lover a love like religion I'm such a fool for sacrifice I've got a lover and I'm unforgiven I'm such a fool to pay this price I found him in a lover Now we're

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be

Syre, a beautiful confusion (I love you) The story of a boy who chased the sunset until it chased him (where you goin'?) Never quite sure about his placement or Where he's been in this pink world or why nothing ever made sense He knew that he had loved