Come To Me
(C. Loken, K. Kimmont & M. Lord)
I met her on a special day,
Floating down a country lane,
A teasing smile on her face,
A little girl by the name of Jane.
She held out her dainty hand
I handed her this valentine,
She squeezed my hand, in a subtle sign,
She said...
Come to Me,
I`ll be anything you want,
If you believe,
Taking what you haven`t got,
Inside of me
Come to me, right now
Tried our hands at everything
Planted deeper in the spring.
Life`s not always what it seems,
walking bakwards in my dreams.
She hold roses in her hand
A plaintive valentine,
I knew right them, that she was mine,
She said...
Come to Me,
I`ll be anything you want,
If you believe,
Taking what you haven`t got,
Inside of me,
Come to me...
Right now, I believe in EVERYTHING.
Right now, the truth is what I breathe.
She`ll hold roses in her hand
For some St. Valentine,
She`ll bow her head, and the sun will shine,
And she said...
Come to Me,
I`ll be anything you want,
If you believe,
Taking what you haven`t got,
Inside of me,
Come to me, right now
Come to me, come to me, right now
Come to me, come to me, right now
|
|
