Album Name : The Living Room Sessions
Release Date : 2008-05-11
Song Duration : 5:10
Andrew Allen The Strand
You're such a pretty face,
With so much open space, to hold you
With so much more to say,
And only one more day, to know you
The clouds are movin' on,
And I wish we were movin' on
And you, wish we were movin' on
The troubles keep movin' on
I wish I was movin' on with you,
And you were movin' on with me,
The clouds are movin' on
Again and again
But the city's alive, and so is that ocean,
Where one might survive again.
And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'
But the stone becomes sand again.
There's so much anger here,
And so much more to fear, I miss you.
With so much more to say,
And only one more day,
It hurts me to know you're alive.
But the city's alive, and so is that ocean,
Where one might survive again.
And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'
But the stone becomes sand again.
And it hurts me to know you're alive,
And it hurts just to know that you're fine
And it hurts just to know where I stand,
When it's me and you out on the strand, we'll say:
The city's alive, and so is that ocean,
Where one might survive again.
And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'
But the stone becomes sand again.
The city's alive, and so is that ocean,
Where one might survive again.
And out on the strand, the fellas are marchin'
But the stone becomes sand, the stone becomes sand
The stone becomes sand again.
