Opening his mouth,
letting his words pour out,
he went from extraordinary,
to extra ordinary.
The Gospel
I looked into the Devil’s eyes,
and waited for him to preach the Gospel.
The Jazz Singer
If I won’t be remembered for my songs,
I want to be remembered for your words.
Never stop talking my love.
Never stop.
Falling In Love
I want to wake every morning, look into your eyes,
and have each day be an opportunity to fall in love anew.