>>
KARAOKE TEXTY >>
KARAOKE TEXTY l >>
Luke Conard >>
Alba s touto skladbou:
Summer Love,
I got a silver tongue
But no words to say
I got a winning shot
But no game to play
I got the key to her heart
(And a lock of my own)
Have to mill many times
With no where to go
I got the gift of sight
But no view to see
I got a mind, a thought
Full of disbelief
I got a ticket to ride
But no reason to leave
Have a passion and will
But to what degree
We take our place
Along with praise
Upon the stage
But the roar of youth
Becomes a whisper with age
Which dwells among the things
We lost on the way
Never guessed it this way
And never thought forever
Could feel just like yesterday
I am the early bird
With no worm to catch
I'm leaping steps ahead
Lost my safety net
I'm feeling part of a home
(But now I'm all alone)
Days could turned into years
And I wouldn't know
I got a open road
But no drive to go
A heart that beats too fast
When I take it slow
I've got an angel inside
(It's blocking me)
Still I will risk it all
Just you wait and see
We take our place
Along with praise
Upon the stage
But the roar of youth
Becomes a whisper with age
Which dwells among the things
We lost on the way
Never guessed it this way
And never thought forever
Could feel just like yesterday
We take our place
Along with praise
Upon the stage
But the roar of youth
Becomes a whisper with age
Which dwells among the things
We lost on the way
Never guessed it this way
And never thought forever
Could feel just like yesterday
