I'd sell my soul just to see your face. and i'd break
my bones just to heal your pain. in these times i need a saving
grace, but time is running out and I'm starting to lose my
faith.
You're like a Sunday morning, pleasing my eyes; a
midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky; that peaceful,
easy feeling at the end of a long, long road; you're like
coming home.