I Wish I Had More Time To

Through The Years As The Fire Starts To Mellow, Burning Lines In The Book Of Our Lives. Though The Binding Cracks And The Pages Start To Yellow, I'll Be In Love With You.

If Someone Criticizes My Child It's Gonna Hurt Me A Little Bit, But It's My Child, You Know, And I Love It Regardless.

A Simple Smile, A Tender Touch, Speaks The True Language Of Love.

Between The Worlds Of Men And Make Believe I Can Be Found.

When You Are Not Near Me, I Make The Sound Of One Hand Clapping.