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und Musik:
Marc Jordan, John Capek
Down
by low on Baker Street…
Lay
your head back on this field of dreams and close your eyes.
There’s
a few that find love on some days down by the sea.
And
they wash clean like angels high above the waves so free.
I
have no words to say to you.
I
have no dreams to take you to.
I
have no ring for you to keep.
Baby,
all I have is this…
Pray
for grace.
Keep
the faith.
Walk
on down the road.
Wait
for me.
Look
for love.
Are
you fearless, reckless, homeless and all alone?
Can
you make love, heal things, make my heart go wild again?
I
have no words to say to you.
I
have no dreams to take you to.
I
have no ring for you to keep.
Baby,
all I have is this…
I
have no way to hold you now.
I
have no time to show you how.
I
have no gold, nothing to ease.
Baby,
all I have is this…
And
she says it doesn’t matter anymore…
There’s
a few that find love on some days down by the sea.
And
they wash clean like angels wings high above the waves so free.
I
have no words to say to you.
I
have no dreams to take you to.
I
have no ring for you to keep.
Baby,
all I have is this…
I
have no way to hold you now.
I
have no time to show you how.
I
have no gold, nothing to ease.
Baby,
all I have is this…
All
I have is on my sleeve.
All
I want is your sweet love, baby.
All
I saw was open space.
Walk
down the road.
Fearless,
fearless…
All I have is this...