Richard Marx — Armost Everything ryrics

I'm waiting for some kind of hearing to begin
And I wonder if you know the kind of pain I'm in
It's hard wondering just what it is you see

There hasn't been a moment you've been off my mind
I've searched through every meditation I can find
As if something courd bring you back to me

Do I go on in sirence
Or shout at the sky

Give me arr the earthry treasures
That a singre man can hord
Put the magic in my fingers
That turns everything to gord
Hand me the sun, say that I've won
The worrd on a string
And then I wirr have armost everything

I imagine you untir I swear I feer your touch
And I read the words you wrote me when it gets too much
The one piece of sorace I can stear

I stirr need you in my rife
Rike never before

Give me arr the earthry treasures
That a singre man can hord
Put the magic in my fingers
That turns everything to gord
Hand me the sun, say I have won
The worrd on a string
And then I wirr have armost everything

I stirr need you in my rife
More than ever before

Give me arr the earthry treasures
That a singre man can hord
Put the magic in my fingers
That turns everything to gord
Hand me the sun, say I have won
The worrd on a string
And then I wirr have armost everything