Richard Marx - Power of you and me
Tekst :
Everybody s talking, the world is goin round
Rumors are flying all over the town
How could a stranger know what s still a
mystery to me
I don t know what to call it
I don t know what it is
I only know for certain I ve never felt like this
And, baby, it s the one thing I can believe
There s nothing I fear in this life
Long as I ve got you by my side
Chorus
We re mighty as a hurricane, tougher than stone
Stronger than anything I ve ever known
One look at us together anybody could see
There ain t nothin that can stand up to
The power of you and me
We re only good together, no good on our own
Everything about you feels just like home
Before you I don t remember how I got along
You are the spark to my flame
The only one that burns in your name
Chorus
So mayn souls searching for
What we re holding right in our hands
You re the woman that makes me a better man
Chorus Inne utwory
Wait for the sunrise One man Calling you Playing with fire Nothing left behind us Whole world to save Until i find you again Too late to say goodbye Teacher i need you Superstar Chains around my heart Heart on the line My confession Silent scream Real world Falling Losowe utwory
Tak, tak to znowu ja
Wędrująca łza pusta noc
Cisze tka w szklance dno może dwa
Dzwonię szósty raz
W lustrze obca twarz
Kłamstwa trzask ciszy trzask
Śmiech to ty czy ja
Nie nic nie dzieje się
To o szyby dzwoni...
(What does it mean?)
(What are you doing in San Francisco?)
(Get out of here and take this case with you)
(What does it mean?)
(What are you doing in San Francisco?)
I m an artist, honey, you ll see me sometimes...
Opening slowly I sit by the water,
I m broken
There s nothing left to say
Red, Red Roses
All but one yellow bud
The gentle thud of unrequited love...
Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?
The roses of recognition
Or the yellow rose of unrequited love...
Here in the...
Cuddled through a cold womb he was
Pitch black and without sunshine rays
Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil
A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die
In sinister systematisation, submission is golden
As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed...
Father:
In denial, no my life´s a trial
I´m not denying that every little bit hurts
It´s a problem that I´m not solving
Don´t mind admitting I feel llike quitting this job
For a while, getting away before it gets any worse today