(written by Joel Ferguson)
Once again the bombshell is closing in
I pretend to turn my head in defense
What comes next is perfect in every sense
Well I guess
You can't really plan where your feet will land
I believe...
Once again the bombshell is closing in
I pretend the distance is half our defense
What comes next is perfect in every sense
Well I guess
You can't really plan where your feet will land
I believe...
Bow down bow down hand in hand
Bow down bow down hand in hand
That is why we all have souls
That is why we all have souls
I believe...
lyrics ©1997 Planet Sunday Music (ASCAP)Ah, is there room for both of us
Both of us apart
Are we bound out of obligation
Is that all we've got?
I get the words and then I get to thinkin'
I don't wanna think, I wanna feel
How do I feel?
How do I?
If you're the only one will I never be enough, yeah
Hail, Hail the lucky ones
I refer to those in love, yeah
Oh, how I'd love ya till the day I die... and beyond
Are we goin' to the same place?
If so can I come?
It's egg rollin' , thick and heavy
All, the past we carry
Oh, I could be new
You under-estimate me
If you're the only one will I never be enough, yeah
Hail, Hail the lucky ones
I refer to those in love, yeah
I sometimes realize...I could only be as good as you'll let me
Are you woman enough to be my man?
Bandaged hand in hand.
Black lining,
On the run, in a race that can't be won, yeah
Oh, Hail, Hail the lucky ones
I refer to those in love, yeah
If you're my only one
So good, you, only one
I want to be your one
Enough, you won, your one, your one