We put the world away Oh oh o-o-oh, oh oh o-oh I like the summer rain I like the sounds you make We get so disconnected You are my getaway Yeah we're so disconnected You are my favourite place Tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps

We are meant for more Pull the handle on the door that opens up to change I know that sounds so strange Is anyone watching us down here? I'm writing down my dreams, all I'd like to see Starting with the bees or else they're gonna die There won't be no

And the thunder sounds like horses hooves Oh, I listen to her breathe And it makes me wanna wake her up And tell her that I'm on fire Listen to the rain It's just one of those days And listen to the rain fall on the roof With morning desire Here it is

(Raised on country music) I was raised on Merle, raised on Willie Got my Honky Tonk attitude from Joe Diffie Daddy did too, it's family tradition If someone cranks it up, you can't help but listen My upbringing sounds like George Strait singing And I

Take you to every party It all just sounds like ooh Ooh too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance 'Cause all you wanted to do was dance Now my baby's

When we ride on our enemies Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh? Hahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a fuck This is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies BEYOTCH! When we ride on our enemies HEYYYY! Got some

Can you heal me baby? Coursing through you like a drug I call out your name It feels like a song I know so well And it whispers and roars like an orchestra You call out my name Like no one before It sounds like I

(Go ahead baby and) Do it I'm `bout to do it for ya This joint has got me open Show me what you got I got a new one for ya I like the way that sounds I like to break it down Ooh that's my favorite song

Oh it's got a hold on me It's stable I finally brought my fadle This kind of love I thought you'd love me till I'm wrong It's tough to face My Phoenix risin' crazy This kind of love (this kind of love) I can hear it like your sounds, babe

Don't you know It sounds like a whisper Talkin' bout a revolution, oh no They're talkin' 'bout a revolution While they're standing in the welfare lines Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation Wasting time in the unemployment lines Sitting