Richard Marx. Stories To Tell. Loved. Zeneszám

Once again I bare myself before you
Beggin' for a chance we never had
You don?t want all I have to offer
And its too late for me to take it back

Look at where you always leave us standing
Between all the way and not quite close enough
There could be a place you dont believe in
If you would only let yourself be loved

Im the one who seems to keep you smiling
And I'd be more if you'd take the dare
The two of us, we're really children hiding
Underneath the armor that we wear

And these walls...aren't so tall
That we're climbing

chorus

So many hearts who'll never even
Have the chance to hold
What you seem to be so willing to let go
What good is being strong and hiding in some harbor
If you and I end up all alone

Look at where you always leave us standing
Between all the way and not quite close enough
I could be what you just won?t believe in
If you would only let yourself be loved
Baby, wont you let yourself be loved...