I need you more than dope My heart would break without you Might not awake without you Been hurting low, from living high for so long I'm sorry, and I love you Sing with me, "Bell Bottom Blue" I'll keep on searching for an answer 'Cause I need you more

All of my life. All of my life All of my life, I've been searching For the words to say how I feel. I'd spend my time thinking too much And leave too little to say what I mean I've tried to understand the best I can All of my life, I've been saying sorry

(Could it be that) it's just an illusion (Putting me back) in all this confusion (Could it be that) it's just an illusion (now) It's just an illusion, illusion, illusion Illusion, illusion, illusion, illusion Searching for a destiny that's mine There's

Blank face in the windowpane Made clear in seconds of light Disappears and returns again Counting hours, searching the night Might be waiting for someone Might be there for us to see Might be in need of talking Might be staring directly at me Inside

Tearing me apart Oh it's tearing me apart, all this pain inside Liquor in my veins, panic on my mind Tearing me apart, all this pain inside Searching for the peace I will never find Oh it's tearing me apart Smoke in my lungs, liquor in my veins Fear in

Oh! they say some people long ago Were searching for a diff'rent tune One that they could croon As only they can They only had the rhythm so They started swaying to and fro They didn't know just what they had And that is how the blues really began They

Where'd you go? What happened to the soul that you used to be? I'm searching for something that I can't reach I can't find you in the body sleeping next to me You say that you're no good for me 'Cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve And I swear I hate

(San Francisco), San Francisco (San Francisco), he he he he hey (You don't find them finer) (Searching for what we all treasure: pleasure) (Brightly on nights tell a glory story) (San Francisco), City by the Bay yeah (San Francisco), take me to the water

It's the moment of truth When you're alone you ask yourself What are you searching for Deep in the night a dream is born One that you can't ignore If you think you can find the passion And you're ready to take a chance If you really believe you can make

How do we get back to love? Baby, back to love Tired of all these wars, dwelling in the past Searching for the honesty in all that jazz What are we here for, what are we doing? Last time I checked, thought it was screwin' Girl, and when I think of me and