better skies With all your thoughts contained inside Can?t you give it one more try There?s always room for second skies (second skies) Better skies
get off your ass, stand on your feet 'Cause everyday it's niggas lyin' dead in the street We stuck in our ways, it's different now than back in the days
everything and you're still lonely It don't have to be this way, let me show you a better day And then you will see the morning will come And all of your days
s gonna bring a smile back home again Images of palm tree's swaying in the wind on South beach Takes me back to better days, summer days the everglades
Cairo Sadat dies in a hail of automatic fire From brixton to Belfast riots rage and fires burn. The royal wedding of Pronce Charles is celebrated. In America the skies
Make love last, yea Like a rose explodin' in the sun A precious time to live before it's gone Tears fall on the ocean from different skies Inside your
're never gonna come on home 'Cause in your whole life you've never been happier So he'd better, better daddy, please, you'd better Come on down, oh
heard the world calling my name had to find a better place had to take a chance and get away wake up to a different point of view look to my better
better day? Though we follow many different ways Though your mind may hold the winter time Spring is never very far behind In the summer, under open skies
and you're still lonely It don't have to be this way, let me show you a better day And then you will see, the morning will come And all of your days
from this pain, so many things we could have done differently so we could understand where we are now. My cheeks burn in memories and pictures of days
If I could only say what I want things would be so much different you'd see. You'd see that blue skies and warm nights and bright eyes are just an illusion
[Music: J. Drenning, J. Lords] [Lyrics: B. Martinez, J. Drenning] I lay back to rest my weary eyes Dream of better days and of bluer skies Safe inside
's gonna bring a smile home again Images of palm tree's swaying in the wind on South beach Takes me back to better days, Summer days the everglades
Freezing are my fingertips in this cold In this cold, cold now We make such different people Crawling into different beds at night With both such different
off your ass, stand on your feet Cause everyday it's niggas lyin dead in the street We stuck in our ways, it's different now than back in the days Fuck
are my fingertips in this cold In this cold, cold now We make such different people Crawling into different beds at night With both such different feelings
