Hammock Always Wishing You Were Somewhere Else歌词

It's so hard to leave you I don't really wanna go I don't wanna say goodbye to you It's the last thing I wanna do But I won't be sad now Cuz til your in my arms again You'll be inside of my heart And wherever I go We'll never really be apart We'll be

Wishing Weed 许愿草 [歌词] Mmm Mmm 嗯 嗯 I picked a wishing weed beneath your mother's tree And I asked it to bring you back to me Then a dragonfly took it to the sky And it rode on the wind until it caught your eye 在你母亲种植的树下 我摘起一根许愿草 我向它许愿 把你带回到我身边 一只蜻蜓就把它

Terence Trent D'Arby Wishing Well 作词:Terrence Darby, Sean Oliver Kissing like a bandit stealing time Underneath the sycamore tree Cupid by the hour sends valentines To my sweet lover and me Slowly but surely Yours appetite is more than I knew Sweetly

I wish I were a wishing star But twice as big, and twice as far Then I can make your wish come true No matter where you are... I wish I were a wishing well A mirror of hope as in fairy tales Then I can make your dreams come ture Oh Happily ever after

Kissing like a bandit, stealing time Underneath a sycamore tree Cupid by the hour sends valentines To my sweet lover and me Slowly but surely Your appetite is more than I knew Sweetly, softly I'm falling in love with you Wish me love, a wishing well

Stanfour - Wishing You Well Thoughts of You My hand clenched white. I write it down Will these words catch flight. I wish life was a starlet scene With scripted lines Said perfectly. Wishing you well We say our last goodbye. This is farewell,so good

Ooh Ooooooh. Star. Star. I'm wishing. I'm wishing. On a star. [Chorus:] I'm wishing on a star. To follow where you are. I'm wishing on a dream. To follow what it means. And I'm wishing on the rainbows that I see. I'm wishing on the people who really

Wishing You Were Here When I think of you it′s just the same This feeling it could never change Believe me It fills me up with joy and happiness Though there is only emptiness Around me In the night All I do is run Run away From all what′s in my head

The Like - Wishing He Was Dead If I could kick his head in, fickle little boyfriend, I'd be satisfied If I could smack some sense into his senses, I might feel alright 'Cause I spent the weekend, waiting all alone For that rat to come back home When