by Bel Canto on album Birds of Passage
Go Go to seek and find What you're hoping for Come The treasure is yours You're running out of time When morning comes Your dreams are real In dewy fields Your trace is left behind (behind) So very
by Bel Canto on album Heavenly Voices III
Go Go to seek and find What you're hoping for Come The treasure is yours You're running out of time When morning comes Your dreams are real In dewy fields Your trace is left behind (behind) So very
by Bel Canto on album Birds of Passage
The key to your box, it is out of my reach I've been searching for it so long If I could live in the open sea I would surely have found the one And I'd open the lid Look in See stones Here by the sho
by Bel Canto on album Birds of Passage
Send me a message Escort me through the passage Into the dark side of life Let me slip, slip, slip into the eternity I sense a light, a cave so bright A cave so bright Oh, what a trauma Release me fr
by Bel Canto on album Retrospect
Send me a message Escort me through the passage Into the dark side of life Let me slip, slip, slip into the eternity I sense a light, a cave so bright A cave so bright Oh, what a trauma Release me fr
by Bel Canto on album Retrospect
Billy-Ray was a preacher's son, And when his daddy would visit he'd come along. When they gathered round and started talkin', That's when Billy would take me walkin', A-through the backyard we'd go wa
by Bel Canto on album Retrospect
You're conquered and your blood is pounding in your ears But you're doing, doing, doing, doing, doing fine Find the broken pieces and then start a new You make yourself believe that you did something
by Bel Canto on album Nettwerk: 25 Years of Music
You're conquered and your blood is pounding in your ears But you're doing, doing, doing, doing, doing fine Find the broken pieces and then start a new You make yourself believe that you did something
by Bel Canto on album Bouquet of Dreams, Volume 2
You're conquered and your blood is pounding in your ears But you're doing, doing, doing, doing, doing fine Find the broken pieces and then start a new You make yourself believe that you did something
by Bel Canto on album Retrospect
Go Go to seek and find What you're hoping for Come The treasure is yours You're running out of time When morning comes Your dreams are real In dewy fields Your trace is left behind (behind) So very
by Bel Canto on album Retrospect
Billy-Ray was a preacher's son, And when his daddy would visit he'd come along. When they gathered round and started talkin', That's when Billy would take me walkin', A-through the backyard we'd go wa
by Bel Canto on album Retrospect
Go Go to seek and find What you're hoping for Come The treasure is yours You're running out of time When morning comes Your dreams are real In dewy fields Your trace is left behind (behind) So very
by Bel Canto on album Retrospect
You're conquered and your blood is pounding in your ears But you're doing, doing, doing, doing, doing fine Find the broken pieces and then start a new You make yourself believe that you did something
by Bel Canto on album Birds of Passage
You're conquered and your blood is pounding in your ears But you're doing, doing, doing, doing, doing fine Find the broken pieces and then start a new You make yourself believe that you did something
by Bel Canto on album Birds of Passage
Have I ever told you what I feel? About what's to come and the way we live Ever since I was a little kid I've been cautious and I've sealed my lips But then I found this book inside a drawer A girl tr
by Bel Canto on album Birds of Passage
Billy-Ray was a preacher's son, And when his daddy would visit he'd come along. When they gathered round and started talkin', That's when Billy would take me walkin', A-through the backyard we'd go wa
by Bel Canto on album Birds of Passage
Go Go to seek and find What you're hoping for Come The treasure is yours You're running out of time When morning comes Your dreams are real In dewy fields Your trace is left behind (behind) So very
by Bel Canto on album Retrospect
It took some time before it entered my mind, Before it did, I was fine, I was o.k. It took some time but when it did cross my mind, I thought my head was about to detonate. Images of baby turtles in a
by Bel Canto on album Dorothy's Victory
she lived in limbo time showed no mercy until a man in grey gave her doses of a sweet poision she got hoodooed, voodooed she finally got released she stirred huge cauldrons with toads and henbane and