WILKINSON, Plié, tendu segundaPlié, tendu fechouDevelopé devantPerna vermeOlha

From this day onI own my father's gunWe dug a shallow

is traveling tonight on a planeI can see the red

could never know what it's likeYour blood like winter

de "Esta Noche Es Para esta en calmaEl

it overReach across the lineLet's talk about it, tell

The sound of one heart breaking, the sound of someone wakingTo

He talks a lot but never talks to anyone at allHe

She packed my bags last night pre-flightZero hour nine a.mAnd I'm

had your grand illusion and wrestled with your fateThe

just like Noah's arkThere's two of every kindPretty girls

have I gotta do to make you love me?What

1: Elton am here to tell you we can

1: Chad getting late, I haven't seen my dateSo

him playing in his backyardYoung boy just starting outSo

story, tale or memoirEvery saga or romanceWhether true or fabricatedWhether

oh, ohFortune favors the braveOh, ohFortune favors the have

out of the blueIn a crowded streetOr a deserted squareI'll

I once knew all the answers, I stood on certain groundA

you're missing something in the airI got a name