Boneyard - Little Angels

Pages of your catch phrases in my head. Adding means to ends of things unsaid. Rearrange your living space, accommodate mistakes you're making, and backs you're

Turn on the T V only to see it happen again Now I am wishing inside this would come to an end One hundred two hundred thousand doesn't matter to you As long as

The Colour of Love - Little Angels The colour of love Isn't black or white But it's coloured you judgement, Of what's wrong or right, You took hold of her hand

The First Cut Is the Deepest - Little Angels I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone who's torn it apart And she's taken amost all that I've