Song | Effortless |
Artist | Sonya Kitchell |
Album | This Storm |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Do you hear the wind a howling? | |
I saved my lonely porcelain doll | |
Do you hear the panther prowling | |
Wherever he wants | |
I can't give no more, | |
I can't give no more | |
Just rocking to a lullaby | |
Dreams I thought would never pass me by | |
Is nothing more and nothin' less | |
Than a search for somethin' effortless | |
And when we find it in the open air | |
And when we breathe it in a strangers dare | |
It's nothing more and nothin' less | |
Than a search for somethin' effortless | |
Oh the cries are growing louder | |
Do they hear | |
Only when it's tuning and it's already tuning | |
We're just rocking to a lullaby | |
Dreams I thought would never pass us by | |
It's nothing more and nothing less | |
Than a search for something effortless | |
And when we find it in the open air | |
And when we breathe it in a strangers dare | |
It's nothing more and nothing less | |
Than a search for something effortless | |
And I don't cry for myself and | |
I don't cry | |
Don't cry for you, | |
I cry for the life of another | |
Someone I hardly knew, a man | |
I never knew | |
Just rocking to a lullaby | |
Dreams I thought would never pass us by | |
It's nothing more and nothing less | |
Than a search for something effortless | |
And when we find it in the open air | |
And when we breathe it in a strangers dare | |
It's nothing more and nothing less | |
Than a search for something effortless |
Do you hear the wind a howling? | |
I saved my lonely porcelain doll | |
Do you hear the panther prowling | |
Wherever he wants | |
I can' t give no more, | |
I can' t give no more | |
Just rocking to a lullaby | |
Dreams I thought would never pass me by | |
Is nothing more and nothin' less | |
Than a search for somethin' effortless | |
And when we find it in the open air | |
And when we breathe it in a strangers dare | |
It' s nothing more and nothin' less | |
Than a search for somethin' effortless | |
Oh the cries are growing louder | |
Do they hear | |
Only when it' s tuning and it' s already tuning | |
We' re just rocking to a lullaby | |
Dreams I thought would never pass us by | |
It' s nothing more and nothing less | |
Than a search for something effortless | |
And when we find it in the open air | |
And when we breathe it in a strangers dare | |
It' s nothing more and nothing less | |
Than a search for something effortless | |
And I don' t cry for myself and | |
I don' t cry | |
Don' t cry for you, | |
I cry for the life of another | |
Someone I hardly knew, a man | |
I never knew | |
Just rocking to a lullaby | |
Dreams I thought would never pass us by | |
It' s nothing more and nothing less | |
Than a search for something effortless | |
And when we find it in the open air | |
And when we breathe it in a strangers dare | |
It' s nothing more and nothing less | |
Than a search for something effortless |
Do you hear the wind a howling? | |
I saved my lonely porcelain doll | |
Do you hear the panther prowling | |
Wherever he wants | |
I can' t give no more, | |
I can' t give no more | |
Just rocking to a lullaby | |
Dreams I thought would never pass me by | |
Is nothing more and nothin' less | |
Than a search for somethin' effortless | |
And when we find it in the open air | |
And when we breathe it in a strangers dare | |
It' s nothing more and nothin' less | |
Than a search for somethin' effortless | |
Oh the cries are growing louder | |
Do they hear | |
Only when it' s tuning and it' s already tuning | |
We' re just rocking to a lullaby | |
Dreams I thought would never pass us by | |
It' s nothing more and nothing less | |
Than a search for something effortless | |
And when we find it in the open air | |
And when we breathe it in a strangers dare | |
It' s nothing more and nothing less | |
Than a search for something effortless | |
And I don' t cry for myself and | |
I don' t cry | |
Don' t cry for you, | |
I cry for the life of another | |
Someone I hardly knew, a man | |
I never knew | |
Just rocking to a lullaby | |
Dreams I thought would never pass us by | |
It' s nothing more and nothing less | |
Than a search for something effortless | |
And when we find it in the open air | |
And when we breathe it in a strangers dare | |
It' s nothing more and nothing less | |
Than a search for something effortless |