SINGER: Blues Traveler

SONG:Yours

You, with your hand outstretched
finger on the key
this lock that you release
is opening but isn't free
and i hope that you can see
how it beats inside of me
i want to run i want to hide
i am vulnerably yours
She, who is wanting me
whose touch can make me cry
i can only understand
by never asking her why
hear the contradictions fly
and as hard as i may try
every truth becomes a lie
in the ache of her reply
i am passionately...
Yours
and the saddest eyes are
yours
and the softest skin is
yours
and the hope i borrow is
yours
so won't you let me in i'm yours
all that i begin is yours
every prize i win is yours
at your feet again i'm yours
all i am is yours
All i am is wanting you
i've fallen down and i can't seem to come to
if i should die before i wake
i commend my soul into this ache -
up above the world so high
where the water tends to meet the sky
she's all i'm after by the toe
and i won't let go...
And i wanted you to know
that if you reep what you would sew
i would take it blow by blow
all i am is...
Yours
and the saddest eyes are
yours
and the softest skin is
yours
and the hope i borrow is
yours
so won't you let me in i'm yours
all that i being is yours
every prize i win is yours
at your feet again i'm yours
all i am is yours
yours