Where would I have been if Not safe in the middle Pressed between His right shoulder Your left shoulder Drowsy on the ski lift Drowsy on the ski lift
To be given a body Is the greatest gift Though the jar lifts and the jar descends Though the morning glory withers Before it begins Though all creation groans
Every Sunday morning He'd wake me with a whistle Rolled me in a sheet I swung towards you I swung towards him Laugh till I can't breathe Laugh till I can't breathe
To be given a body Is the greatest gift Though the jar lifts and the jar descends Though the morning glory withers Before it begins Though all creation groansTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
