Echo in the fade of the highway wind Gets to me 'bout every time 'cause I'm back in a memory Hit the gravel dust and what's left of us That barbed wire Whippoorwill singing Your goodbye stinging in the lipstick Sundown sinking I'm hurting I'm drinking Sitting here throwi...
Love is na-ture’s way of gi-ving / a rea-son / to be li-ving / The gol-den crown / that makes a man a king / Once / on a high and win-dy hill / In the mor-ning mist / two lo-vers kis-sed / and the world stood still / Then your fing-ers touched my si-lent heart...