(written by Julia Fordham/John Watkin) I've been living on wishes, living on wishes all my life And I wish I could make one To make everything in your
It's been a whole year since your call The one that started I don't love you anymore I thought I'd surely not survive But here I am, I'm still alive,
Down in southern Africa There's happy ever after At last and maybe forever While they're living comfortably And there's peace and unity Then we can be
I steal a glance at you, and save it up for later You see what I've come to? I really should know better But I can't help myself, help myself (can't
Don't ask me why I'm running out of laughter There's tears in these eyes, not happy ever after And I thought it was plain to see And I thought the whole
Don't tell me to stop crying please just hold me while I do Soothe me with your silence and just cradle me to you <a href="http://www.testimania.com
Don't say your world lights up when I smile 'Cos you know it's too late for talk like that And as this love fades, we both know that I have been betrayed
I confess, there's a chance I cannot fake it any longer I admit, this could be it there's a danger I'm going under I know that yesterday you saw me stronger
Kid, you're doing ok Kid, you're on your way Kid, the band is starting up your song Kid, you can't go wrong And this too shall pass I promise these
When there's comfort in pleasure and pleasure in pain And I'm wondering if I'll see you again No tangled emotions dragging us down And the texture of
What chance did I stand? How could I resist? Your American arms and your French kiss From New York to London, London to New York With this broken heart
You had me right there in the palm of you hand With your fingers locked in mine And with a little sweet talking I'd've clung on for all time It was
I am very very much in like with you I hope that it's okay 'cause it's all I can do 'Cause you treat my skin like porcelain, Rare and special porcelain
(duet with Curtis Stigers) If I could have a pound for every moment I spent worrying On all the little things in life that Frankly there's no hurrying
(written by Tom Snow and Dean Pitchford) Who'd have thought this is how the pieces fit You and I shouldn't even try making sense of it I forgot how
