Air Supply - The Power of Love Lyrics
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The Power of Love
The Power of Love Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Power of Love By Air Supply?
The whispers in the morning
Of lovers sleeping tight Are rolling by like thunder now As I look in your eyes I hold on to your body And feel each move you make Your voice is warm and tender A love that I could not forsake 'Cause you are my lady And I am your man Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can Lost is how I'm feeling Lying in your arms When the world outside's too much to take That all ends when I'm with you Even though there may be times It seems I'm far away Never wonder where I am 'Cause I am always by your side 'Cause you are my lady And I am your man Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can We're heading for something Somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened But I'm ready to learn of the power of love The sound of your heart beating Made it clear suddenly The feeling that I can't go on Is light years away We're heading for something Somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened But I'm ready to learn of the power of love We're heading for something Somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened But I'm ready to learn of the power of love We're heading for something Somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened But I'm ready to learn of the power of love |
Who Wrote The Power of Love By Air Supply?
Wolfgang Detmann, Jennifer Rush, Mary Susan Applegate, Gunther Mende
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