Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Angela McCluskey
Here am I in chains of solace
The moment I could win
Oh it's so dumb that I'm intrigued by the thunder
And the lightening comes streaming in my home
But oh a summer of our own
And it's been done
It's been done
And oh I'm so proud of loving, again
It's been done
Wishing I was yours forever
Can we rely on love
I was lost, cut underneath by another
And the feeling that crept into our home
But oh the winter of our own
It's been done
It's been done
And oh I'm so proud of living, again
Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I'm touching
Never lie
Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I'm touching
Will never lie
But oh the winter of our own
It's been done
It's been done
And oh I'm proud of living, again
Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I'm touching
Never lie
Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I'm touching
Will never lie
Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I'm touching
Will never lie
Crossing your heart (crossing)
And hope to die
The skin I'm touching (touching)
Will never lie
Crossing your heart (crossing)
And hope to die