- Votes:
 - Composer:
 - Christopher Young
 
- Genres:
 - Folk
 - Pop
 - Rock
 
- Tags:
 - celtic
 - irish
 
- See also:
 
The Corrs - Little Wing lyrics
Last night before you fell asleep 
 You whispered something to me 
 Was it just a dream 
 I'm gonna listen to you close 
 Coz your goodnight kiss 
 Felt like a ghost 
 What are you trying to say to me 
 What are you trying to say 
 Everybody's searching for intimacy 
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh 
 Everybody's hurting for intimacy 
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh 
 We come into this world alone 
 From the heart of darkness 
 The infinite unknown 
 We're only here a little while 
 And I feel safe and warm 
 When I see you smile 
 Baby don't move away from me 
 Baby don't pull away 
 . 
 (Chorus) 
 . 
 Remember when you were a child 
 And your mom would hold you in her arms 
 And rock you to sleep 
 Now darling there's just you and I 
 Let's give each other everything baby baby... 
 Everybody's searching for intimacy 
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh 
 Everybody's hurting for intimacy 
 Ooh ooh ooh ooh 
 Baby come and lay down next to me... 
 . 
 . 
 Queen of Hollywood 
 . 
 . The Corrs - Little Wing - http://motolyrics.com/the-corrs/little-wing-lyrics.html
 She drove a long way through the night 
 From an urban neighborhood 
 She left her mother in a fight 
 For a dream misunderstood 
 And her friends they talk on corners 
 They could never comprehend 
 But there was always something different 
 In the way she held a stare 
 And the pictures that she painted 
 Were of glamour and of flair 
 And her boyfriend though he loved her 
 Knew he couldn't quite fulfill 
 He could never meet her there 
 . 
 (Chrous) 
 She's never gonna be like the one before, 
 She read it in her stars that there's something more 
 No matter what it takes no matter how she breaks 
 She'll be the Queen of Hollywood 
 And the cynics they will wonder 
 What's the difference with this dream 
 And the dreams of countless others 
 All believing in TV 
 They see their hand prints in a sidewalk 
 Flashing cameras on the scene 
 And a shining limousine 
 . 
 (Chorus) 
 . 
 She's believing in a dream 
 It's a loaded fantasy 
 Now her mother collects cut-outs 
 And the pictures make her smile 
 But if she saw behind the curtains 
 It could only make her cry 
 She's got hand prints on her body 
 Sad moonbeams in her eyes 
 not so innocent a child














