3 acessos
She’s in the middle of something great
And yet she cannot recognize
She’s full of beauty, full of grace
She’s got her eyes shooting stars
Lost chords when she plays guitar
God’s singing, hurry, don’t be late
The ways of love are stranger than you thought
If this is love, than love is all she’s got
It’s time for her
To set it free
She’s in the middle of something great
And yet she cannot recognize
She’s full of beauty, full of grace
She’s got her eyes shooting stars
Lost chords when she plays guitar
God’s singing, hurry, don’t be late
And in the end she’s just like anybody else
She’s always running to and from herself
It’s time for her
To set it free
The voice that spells
What’s in her heart