6 acessos
When the morning is cold and the wind chills my heart.
When the waves of despair make the dark night’s so long.
When the loneliness aches and there is no place to turn.
When the longing becomes too unbearably strong.
When there is nothing but troubling view.
Nothing but thunder from skies that were blue.
What do I do? Than, what do I do?
I think of you. Than, I think of you.
I remember your eyes, I remember your hands.
And that love that you gave in return for my own.
As I travel each road wondering what lays ahead,
I keep thinking of you and I am not alone.
What do I do? Than, what do I do?
I think of you. Than, I think of you.
I remember your eyes. So, I remember your hands.
And the love that you gave in return for my own.
As I travel each road wondering what lays ahead,
I keep thinking of you and I am not alone.