Waiting In The Wings

When the morning arrives, the whispering wind reveals The intentions of the night. -so don't you tease the power watching over us! The childless and sad mother cries: -oh please, be careful! -so children stop your foolish games and smile towards the

Shayne Ward - Waiting In The Wings Tell me what we're doing here anyway It seems like for too long we've been playing these games When I reach out to touch you my hand starts to shake Cause it hurts to be this close but still so far away It's like I'