Story Behind the Song
*ahem* I like it. a lot. hello. jump in anytime here I'm just wingin' it. now here's a word from john who had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with this record: we like this one. it gets good grades. not too loud on the stairs. and okay,
LJ said this is stupid so I'm shuttin up then.
back to you LJ: uh, thank you. Help I've fallen on my head (probably as a child) and can't get up. Do I teem to be wunning off at the mowf?
I taut I taw a putty tat...
I DID!! I DID TAW A PUTTY TAT!
Okay, that seems entirely overly, whatever,
...or not.
*ahem*
Hey, World.
I love you.
Lyrics
Holding Out For Love
I am holding out for love
Standing in the rain all night
You could call it wishful thinking
But for you I would lay down my life
Tears are falling down on me
It's a nightmare every time
Hope I make it just to Friday
Reminding myself:
She told me to wait, told me to wait, told me to wait
'Cause it's never too late
(she said it's never, never...)
I swear I've just seen myself an Angel
She's standing there in her faded blue jeans
I'd show you all the time if I was able
It's in your hand; just turn the key
Dragging along
Trying to do the Best I Can
I feel love when I remember what you said when you told me
You told me to wait, you told me to wait, you told me to wait
'Cause it's never too late
(never, never, never...)
Oh!
Yes
You told me to wait, told me to wait, told me to wait
And I waited all my life
Stowed away inside a sack of rice
The words, they flow, they go, where, I don't know
I'm only trying to get through the night
'Cause you told me to wait, told me to wait, told me to wait
'Cause it's never too late
Just around the corner I keep telling myself
Well, I could find that you're standing there
And yet, for all I know, I'm only fooling myself
Well, are you there?
And, do you care?
I don't mean to cry (cry, cry)
But my tears are falling down on you
This nightmare has got me twirled and twisted and fit to be tied
Hoping to die
Tell me
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
You said it's never too
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
You swore it's never too
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
You told me it's never too late
Copyright 2003 ~ Lesley Jane
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