my last request
cook, david
when your smile becomes the reason i breathe
and your eyes become the motive to see
but if it's better for your health
everything else is suddenly taken over
and all that i wanted is out of my hands
are the things that i recall when you're gone
and now i'm left without a clue
on where i stood in line when i lost you
everything else is suddenly taken over
and all that i wanted is out of my hands
when your smile becomes the reason i breathe
and your eyes become the motive to see
everything else is suddenly taken over
and all that i wanted is out of my hands
and all that i wanted is out of my hands