At The Races - Night歌词
LRC Produced By Prince William
Album:Scarecrow
Garth Brooks-The Storm
She sits among the pieces
Of broken glass and photographs
Reluctantly releases the last
of what was her past
It struck without a warning or
Did she just ignore the signs
In those dark clouds forming
Behind her silver lines?
The door
It slammed like thunder
And the tears
They fell like rain
And the warnings
From her family
Whirl like a hurricane
She's drowning in emotions
And she cannot
Reach the shore
She's alive but
Can she survive the storm?
A broken jewel box dancer
Lies in pieces down the hall
She's finding out the answers
Don't change nothing at all