“A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.” - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Monday, July 25, 2011
I can tell by your eyes
That you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
And the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you
They're a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it
How you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart?
If I stand all alone
Will the shadow hide the color of my heart
Blue for the tears, black for the night's fears
And the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you
They're a mirror
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart
If I stay here just a little bit longer
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart?
This ol' heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.