|
(will rambeaux/sherrie austin/john christopher davis) |
|
Sometimes it feels like it's your world |
|
And i just rent a room |
|
With just a bed and these four walls |
|
And a window without a view |
|
Down the hall you sit in silence |
|
Just like a man |
|
But, i can't read your mind if your thoughts |
|
Are buried in the sand |
|
Baby we're slipping |
|
Slowly drifting |
|
Further and further apart |
|
Heart to heart |
|
Hand in hand |
|
We gotta keep this thing together |
|
A house divided will not stand |
|
Hold on, hold on |
|
We gotta hold on to each other |
|
The darkest hour's before the dawn |
|
The only place to start |
|
Is heart to heart |
|
I can only go so far when i'm walking the floor |
|
And you can only say so much with the slamming of a door |
|
Maybe with a kiss |
|
And a little forgiveness |
|
We'd wind up in each other's arms |
|
Heart to heart |
|
Hand in hand |
|
We gotta keep this thing together |
|
A house divided will not stand |
|
Hold on, hold on |
|
We gotta hold on to each other |
|
The darkest hour's before the dawn |
|
The only place to start |
|
Is heart to heart |
