hope against hope
Singer: cash, rosanne
it's all coming back to me now. but try as i have to keep
the taste of you off of my tongue;
your face from my fitful sleep. an' i wait and hope against hope like before. an' i wait an' hope that i won't anymore. an' this won't stop till i do. until i learn to kill the thought
of everything i could have said: of everything i wished i'd not. an' i wait
hope against hope like before. an' i wait
hope that i won't anymore. show rises up from the street
an' a crowd rises up to it's feet. i followed blind after you: i might know better if i'd ever wanted to. the painting here is still not dry
an' i can smell it from the door. it covers every mark you made: the countin' days are keepin' score. an' i wait
hope against hope like before. an' i wait
an' hope that i won't anymore. an' i wait
hope against hope like before. an' i wait
an' hope that i won't anymore.