by Shai Linne on album The Solus Christus Project

I feel like my brains trapped as the rain smacks the outside of my window My heart makes tracks, my veins' claps- my instrumentals I'm writing over silent tempos as the violent wind blows My sigh cres

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t

by Olivia Newton-John and David Foster on album The Best of Me: A Collection of David Foster's Greatest Works

So many years gone, still I remember How did I ever let my heart believe In one who never gave enough to me And so many years gone, a love that was so wrong And I can't forget the way it used to be An

by The Script on album The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine Listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on t