Linda Pritchard

You called me up this morning just before the sunrise Asking me how it's going I hate it but I tell a lie Putting on my grey face cutting you that I'm OK Expect you won't would you like So you can get some things from mind Now I'll say that I'm fine

A miracle, a miracle, a miracle ooh ooh A miracle, a miracle, a micacle ooh ooh I can see in your eyes once I'm closin' in I can feel that you're lost inside You don't trust nobody but yourself You don't even seem to try, try Be on the reach of proof