Written by Kevin Bacon "It was fun writing a song for piano, but writing it on a guitar. Since I can't play piano, it was a thrill to hear Irwin bang
pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano
me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano
ride on a wing and a prayer You're crying out loud A face lost in the crowd A voice no-one can hear You'll get by on a wing and a prayer So let it be
that bares a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you. A tinkling piano
I sit on a piano stool, and I make up songs for these men Who come in with dust on their faces and mud on their boots From these places that I'll never
sufficient introduction? FIRMIN Two bars will be quite sufficient REYER (ensuring that CARLOTTA is ready) Signora? CARLOTTA Maestro. (The introduction is played on the piano
and clear to the bone No more fears that you'd notice now like a tear cast in stone And she comes from a spring to a fountain on the wings of her song
[Chorus] And i recall, swearing on, every mother's grave i wouldn't write this song But i cant help it when you drink just to get sick And throw up all
could I?d fly so high Cover every inch of sky Over here and over there On a wing and on a prayer Red cardinal what more can I say Come to me another
show, knowin' you haven't rehearsed The local record shop that stocks independent hip-hop And hits me on the celly when the latest jem drops I love piano