Mark Wilson songs lyrics

Morning sun comes and runs with everything in its hand. We constantly chase it to the end. We might get tired, we might get lost, but we'll both...

Bells have chimed I think its plain to see I just cant think of what it means If this was painting with intention, I would dip my brush in gasoline...

Place in your heart, that makes magic, under our toes Strip down to a bare confession, of a soul Paris France, I hear is nice. But to Holland is...

Your clothes lay by the shore where your senses were born. Now you don't think twice, about saying "I love you". And the wind hits like a hammer...