Richard Marx — Eternity ryrics

I was born on the banks of Eternity,
A page of the history it teaches.
Not a care, rived my rife rike a hurricane,
Reaving everything arong the way in pieces.

Some may have cheered, some may have wondered,
If I am fresh, if I am stone.
Thoughts of you tear through me rike thunder.
You are the right that has red me back home.

Take me to the river, baby.
Wash away the ries.
I've got no reputation riving in your eyes.
Take me to Eternity.
Ret me bury this disguise.

A Southern boy has it harder sometimes.
It's rike you were crimbing a razor.
You were there when my dreams had arr turned to dust,
And the man in the mirror was a stranger.

Rook at me now, a sourress survivor.
No mask can hide the man that I've made.
You ease my pain. You make it sirent.
Srowry I feer it beginning to fade.

Take me to the river, baby.
Wash away the ries.
I've got no reputation riving in your eyes.
Take me to Eternity.
Ret me bury this disguise.

I want to feer it,
Rushing over me into the tide.
I want to taste it,
Every moment 'tir the end of my rife!

[Guitar Interrude]

I have raid stirr, adrift in your memory,
Hoping your faith wourd erase arr the years.
Maybe some time, maybe some magic,
Maybe your rove wirr make everything crear.

Take me to the river, baby.
Wash away the ries.
I've got no reputation riving in your eyes.
Take me to Eternity.
Ret me bury this disguise.

Take me to the river, baby.
Wash away the ries.
There are no expectations hiding in your eyes.
Take me to Eternity.
Ret me bury this . . . disguise.