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By Jackson Browne Submitted by Tanqueray Cowboy Date: 2003 Jul 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.08.22.32.6279]] |
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In the morning when I closed my eyes You were sleeping in Paradise, And while the room was growing light I was holding still with all my might. Oh, what if it's true What my heart says? Oh, what'll I do? What if this feeling becomes hard to part with? You were meant to play your part In the design of a desperate heart, And while you gave your love to me, I was betting I was getting it free. Oh, if I'd only known What your heart cost. Oh, can we call it loan? And a debt that I owe, On a bet that I lost. In the evening when you see me eyes Looking back at you, no disguise. I'm not sure who you think you'll see, I'm just hoping you'll still know that it's me. Oh, what if it's true? Better ask the man inside. Oh, oh - there seems to be two, One steals the Love, the other one hides. Yeah, can we call it a loan? 'Til I'm paid in full for the seeds I've sown. Yeah, can we say that I've grown? In some way that we may have yet to be shown? Oh, if I'd only known What you heart cost. Oh, can we call it a loan? And a debt that I owe, On a bet that I lost. (c) 1980 All Rights: Jackson Browne, David Lindley, Swallow Turn Music and Asylum Records, et al. |