- Votes:
- Composers:
- Gibb
- Barry Alan/gibb
- Maurice Ernest/gibb
- Robin Hugh
 
- Genres:
- Rock
 
- Tags:
- acoustic rhythm guitars
- female
- sonya kitchell
- this weeks fill of the cup
 
- See also:
Sonya Kitchell - Words lyrics
Words
 My words ran away from me
 Now I'm lost and they're out at sea
 Sailing away
 They come and go, like the breeze
 Whisper sweet, burn like disease 
 They change with the day
 And I seem to say
 All the wrong things on the right day
 And I seem to do
 All the wrong things on the right cue
 At least most of the time
 My words took me down the wrong track
 And now I want to take it back
 So I'll run away
 If only I could be free
 Of the plague that my words seem to be
 I'd thank the day
 For I seem to say
 All the wrong things on the right daySonya Kitchell - Words - http://motolyrics.com/sonya-kitchell/words-lyrics.html
 And I seem to do
 All the wrong things on the right cue
 At least most of the time
 And life can be
 Such a give or take
 Some laugh while they're dying
 Some cry when they wake
 But there are some words 
 That I could never do without 
 That paint pictures on polished walls 
 And dance away with doubt
 My words came back to me
 They stayed awhile, we had some tea
 While time whiled away
 I said, "please be kind and please don't go"
 They said, "we'll try, but you never know" 
 Depends on the day
 And I seem to say
 All the wrong things on the right day
 And I seem to do 
 All the wrong things on the right cue
 At least most of the time

















