truck. A tin roof drippin' rain. Your baby sayin', come pick me up. Take me down to the riverbank. These are sounds goin' down in a nowhere town. Underneath the wide open sky. It's the dust in the air and
sounds. If ever you should go. The hollow sound of stones dropped in a well. The lonely sound. Of rain in the night. Natural sounds. My heart makes. Natural sounds. With you.
ground. Faced with failing, I could never give up. On the way we're making sounds. Making sounds. Making sounds, sounds. Making sounds. Making sounds, sounds. I saw the face of the enemy. Disappear
TitleThe Sounds. ArtistAlan Jackso. I can hear a heartbeat. It seems a little strong. I can hear the things. That I did wrong. I can hear a song. By looking in her eyes. I can hear all. The times she
TitleThe Sounds. ArtistAlan Jackso. I can hear a heartbeat. It seems a little strong. I can hear the things. That I did wrong. I can hear a song. By looking in her eyes. I can hear all. The times she
What do I really hear. What is in the ear of my mind. Which sounds are true and clear. And which will never be defined. The sweetest sounds I'll ever hear. Are still inside my head. The kindest
