Song | Wondrous Thing |
Artist | Thea Gilmore |
Album | Murphy's Heart |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The moment you came | |
The stars didn't sing your name | |
And the heavens didn't shed their skin | |
Smallest of things | |
Bravest of offerings | |
The way that a love begins | |
They're gonna try to break it | |
Try to make you forsake it oh | |
Leave it in the dark | |
They'll say there's nothing in it | |
Make you a sleepless cynic oh | |
But if you feel its mark | |
Just raise it on high | |
Don't let them tell you their lies | |
Oh love is a wondrous thing. | |
A hopeless disguise | |
Hiding behind your eyes | |
And a thousand points of view | |
It lands like a fist | |
Whoever the optimist | |
Whoever the ingénue | |
I know the havoc it wreaks | |
I've heard the tongues that it speaks oh | |
It will not be shamed | |
But it is a beautiful bruise | |
You know you've got nothing to loose oh | |
If it calls your name | |
Just raise it on high | |
Don't let the light pass you by | |
Oh love is a wondrous thing. | |
People often talk about it | |
So many live their lives without it | |
Oh you know it’s true | |
But I tell you if you find it | |
You'll bless the devils who designed it | |
Oh I say to you. | |
Just raise it on high | |
Don't let the light pass you by | |
Oh love is a wonderous thing | |
Yeah love is a wonderous thing. |
The moment you came | |
The stars didn' t sing your name | |
And the heavens didn' t shed their skin | |
Smallest of things | |
Bravest of offerings | |
The way that a love begins | |
They' re gonna try to break it | |
Try to make you forsake it oh | |
Leave it in the dark | |
They' ll say there' s nothing in it | |
Make you a sleepless cynic oh | |
But if you feel its mark | |
Just raise it on high | |
Don' t let them tell you their lies | |
Oh love is a wondrous thing. | |
A hopeless disguise | |
Hiding behind your eyes | |
And a thousand points of view | |
It lands like a fist | |
Whoever the optimist | |
Whoever the inge nue | |
I know the havoc it wreaks | |
I' ve heard the tongues that it speaks oh | |
It will not be shamed | |
But it is a beautiful bruise | |
You know you' ve got nothing to loose oh | |
If it calls your name | |
Just raise it on high | |
Don' t let the light pass you by | |
Oh love is a wondrous thing. | |
People often talk about it | |
So many live their lives without it | |
Oh you know it' s true | |
But I tell you if you find it | |
You' ll bless the devils who designed it | |
Oh I say to you. | |
Just raise it on high | |
Don' t let the light pass you by | |
Oh love is a wonderous thing | |
Yeah love is a wonderous thing. |
The moment you came | |
The stars didn' t sing your name | |
And the heavens didn' t shed their skin | |
Smallest of things | |
Bravest of offerings | |
The way that a love begins | |
They' re gonna try to break it | |
Try to make you forsake it oh | |
Leave it in the dark | |
They' ll say there' s nothing in it | |
Make you a sleepless cynic oh | |
But if you feel its mark | |
Just raise it on high | |
Don' t let them tell you their lies | |
Oh love is a wondrous thing. | |
A hopeless disguise | |
Hiding behind your eyes | |
And a thousand points of view | |
It lands like a fist | |
Whoever the optimist | |
Whoever the ingé nue | |
I know the havoc it wreaks | |
I' ve heard the tongues that it speaks oh | |
It will not be shamed | |
But it is a beautiful bruise | |
You know you' ve got nothing to loose oh | |
If it calls your name | |
Just raise it on high | |
Don' t let the light pass you by | |
Oh love is a wondrous thing. | |
People often talk about it | |
So many live their lives without it | |
Oh you know it' s true | |
But I tell you if you find it | |
You' ll bless the devils who designed it | |
Oh I say to you. | |
Just raise it on high | |
Don' t let the light pass you by | |
Oh love is a wonderous thing | |
Yeah love is a wonderous thing. |