It Must Have Been Love Lay a whisper on my pillow Leave the winter on the ground I wake up lonely, this air of silence In the bedroom and all around Touch me now I close my eyes And dream away It ...
my neck feels stiff when i sleep with a pillow my heart feels broken when i sleep alone i saw your breath and look like a whisper you said you were hurry you said on the phone my breath smells like trash in my car your heart is as black as the mud in the river you won't need...
The suffering of a captive’s lot; My Georgian mother’s daring flight; The day’s concealment, march by night; Her death, when, touching Christian ground, They deem’d repose and safety found: How, on his arm, by night and day, I, then a happy infant, lay, And taught him not to...