Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Sunday morning
The world's still sleeping and the
Rain keeps falling
Like angels weeping and I
I feel the tears on my skin
They're trying to tell me something
I listen
Blues and yellows
Tap on my window and I
Let the nightbow
With all my shadows and I
I feel the sun on my skin
It's trying to tell me something
I listen
Life is calling
Life is calling
Life is calling out my name
Make it matter, say it louder
Stay alive another day
Life is calling out my name
Perfect houses
With good intentions, with the
Happy familys
Had their broken dishes, and I
I hear the scars on my skin
Their trying to tell me something
So I listen
Life is calling
Life is calling
Life is calling out my name
Make it matter, say it louder
Stay alive another day
Life is calling out my name
It's a window of the ocean
It's a secret in the sand
It stop trying to tell me something
So I'm listening
Life is calling
Life is calling
Life is calling out my name
Make it matter, say it louder
Stay alive another day
Life is calling
Life is calling
Life is calling out my name