Текст песни Blues Traveler - Yours
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Music & Lyrics: John PopperYou, with your hand outstretchedFinger on the keyThis lock that you releaseIs opening but isn`t freeAnd I hope that you can seeHow it beats inside of meInstead of pushing fear asideI want to run I want to hideI am vulnerably yoursShe, who is wanting meWhose touch can make me cryI can only understandBy never asking her whyHear the contradictions flyAnd as hard as I may tryEvery truth becomes a lieIn the ache of her replyI am passionately...YoursAnd the saddest eyes areYoursAnd the softest skin isYoursAnd the hope I borrow isYoursSo won`t you let me in I`m yoursAll that I begin is yoursEvery prize I win is yoursAt your feet again I`m yoursAll I am is yoursAll I am is wanting youI`ve fallen down and I can`t seem to come toIf I should die before I wakeI commend my soul into this acheUp above the world so highWhere the water tends to meet the skyShe`s all I`m after by the toeAnd I won`t let go...And I wanted you to knowThat if you reap what you would sewI would take it blow by blowAll I am is...YoursAnd the saddest eyes areYoursAnd the softest skin isYoursAnd the hope I borrow isYoursSo won`t you let me in I`m yoursAll that I begin is yoursEvery prize I win is yoursAt your feet again I`m yoursAll I am is yoursYours