: Every day it seems we hear the same old story. Every day there's lovers giving up on love. People say it's just a fact of modern living. All around
: (R. Lamm) Waiting for the break of day Searching for something to say Flashing lights against the sky Giving up I close my eyes Sitting cross-legged
: I was thinking about her Visiting the past Reconstructing details with old photographs Studying the faces With an objective point of view Suddenly
: All dressed up With no place to go, Somebody lost a romance. All messed up, But you never know, This may be a good chance. You can hold me. I can make
: Listen to the wind Hear the voice inside you. Something in the air, Something you've been blind to. People everywhere are dying to be free. Time has
: I used to be the first one to cry So afraid of a lonely tomorrow. Heartache was all that I had To call my own- so all alone. You came along and gave
: Fireworks, Fireflys, On the roof watching summer night skies. All the boys, All the girls, All the time making love with our eyes. Life just went on
: Baby, so you think you can start again? You got somebody new, But the same thing keeps happening. At the moment of truth, Whoever you're loving, You
: He was lost, uncertain. Only she could see He was waiting for the night to end. And with just one kiss Brought him back into the light again. He said
Waiting for the break of day Searching for something to say Flashing lights against the sky Giving up, I close my eyes Sitting cross-legged on the floor
Every day it seems we hear the same old story Every day there's lovers giving up on love People say it's just a fact of modern living All around us people
I used to be the first one to cry So afraid of a lonely tomorrow. Heartache was all that I had To call my own- so all alone. You came along and gave to
Baby, so you think you can start again? You got somebody new But the same thing keeps happening At the moment of truth Whoever you're loving You will
Listen to the wind Hear the voice inside you. Something in the air, Something you've been blind to. People everywhere are dying to be free. Time has come
Every day it seems we hear the same old story. Every day there's lovers giving up on love. People say it's just a fact of modern living. All around us
I used to be the first one to cry So afraid of a lonely tomorrow. Heartache was all that I had To call my own- so all alone. You came along and gave
I was thinking about her Visiting the past Reconstructing details with old photographs Studying the faces With an objective point of view Suddenly remembering
All dressed up With no place to go, Somebody lost a romance. All messed up, But you never know, This may be a good chance. You can hold me. I can make
