Ed Craig

Thanks Colleen...I never know what to call things, I should just use numbers.

Interesting title for such a beautiful piece of music... good stuff here.

It's raining outside There's nowhere to hide I got feet of iron Slowly rusting From a life that Came before me I was slow to the dance No brain for romance And this water torture Is getting old I'm looking for a Dry face to call home. Home Is where the heart bows down Home See the lights turn down Where you lay Your head Tonight Oh my love You are beautiful And I hope That you sleep Tonight Oh my love You are beautiful Everything's alright Everything's alright Sometimes it hurts inside But everyone's got their fight Oh my love You are the morning light I go to bed I see your face

Nice !

soooo very nice :-)