Every time that I look in the mirror ˈɛv.ri ˈtʰaɪm ðət aɪ ˈlʊk ˈɪn ðə ˈmɪr.ə˞ All these lines on my face getting clearer ˈɔːɫ ˈðiːz ˈlaɪnz ˈɔːn ˈmaɪ ˈfeɪs ˈɡɛɾ.ɪŋ ˈklɪr.ə˞ The past is gone ðə ˈpʰæst ˈɪz ˈɡɔːn It went by like dusk to dawn ɪt ˈwɛnt bə ˈlaɪk ˈdʌsk tə ˈdɔːn Isn’t […]
It might seem crazy what I’m about to say ɪt ˈmaɪt ˈsiːm ˈkreɪ.zi ˈwɑːt ˈaɪm ə.ˈbaʊt tə ˈseɪ Sunshine she’s here, you can take a break ˈsʌn.ˌʃaɪn ˈʃiːz ˈhɪr | jə kən ˈtʰeɪk ə ˈbreɪk I’m a hot air balloon that could go to space ˈaɪm ə ˈhɑːt ˈɛr bə.ˈluːn ˈðæt kəd ˈɡoʊ tə ˈspeɪs
Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry ˈkʰʌm ˈʌp tə ˈmiːt ˈjuː | ˈtʰɛɫ juː ˈaɪm ˈsɑːr.i You don’t know how lovely you are jə ˈdoʊnt ˈnoʊ ˈhaʊ ˈlʌv.li juː ˈɑːr I had to find you aɪ hət tə ˈfaɪnd ˈjuː Tell you I need you ˈtʰɛɫ juː aɪ ˈniːd ˈjuː Tell you
I can see that you’ve been crying aɪ kən ˈsiː ˈðæt ˈjuːv ˈbɪn ˈkraɪ.ɪŋ You can’t hide it with a lie ˈjuː ˈkʰænt ˈhaɪd ɪt ˈwɪθ ə ˈlaɪ What’s the use in you denying ˈwɑːts ðə ˈjuːz ˈɪn ˈjuː dɪ.ˈnaɪ.ɪŋ That what you have is wrong? ˈðæt ˈwɑːt ˈjuː ˈhæv ˈɪz ˈrɔːŋ ‖ I heard
The wise man said just walk this way ðə ˈwaɪz ˈmæn ˈsɛd ˈdʒʌst ˈwɔːk ˈðɪs ˈweɪ To the dawn of the light tə ðə ˈdɔːn əv ðə ˈlaɪt The wind will blow into your face ðə ˈwɪnd ˈwɪɫ ˈbloʊ ˈɪn.tə jə˞ ˈfeɪs As the years pass you by əz ðə ˈjɪrz ˈpʰæs jə ˈbaɪ Hear
Return to sender rɪ.ˈtʰɜ˞ːn tə ˈsɛn.də˞ Return to sender rɪ.ˈtʰɜ˞ːn tə ˈsɛn.də˞ I gave a letter to the postman aɪ ˈɡeɪv ə ˈlɛɾ.ə˞ tə ðə ˈpʰoʊst.mən He put it his sack hi ˈpʰʊt ɪt ˈhɪz ˈsæk Bright in early next morning ˈbraɪt ˈɪn ˈɜ˞ː.li ˈnɛkst ˈmɔːr.nɪŋ He brought my letter back hi ˈbrɔːt ˈmaɪ ˈlɛɾ.ə˞
Yeah ˈjɛ.ə I’m yours completely, ˈaɪm ˈjɔːrz kəm.ˈplit.li I feel so deeply, aɪ ˈfiɫ ˈsoʊ ˈdiː.pli You’re my first thought everyday, ˈjɔːr ˈmaɪ ˈfɜ˞st ˈθɔt ˈɛv.riː.ˌdeɪ And I want it that way, ənd aɪ ˈwɔːnt ɪt ˈðæt ˈweɪ My life is for you, ˈmaɪ ˈlaɪf ˈɪz fə˞ ˈjuː And I adore you, ənd aɪ ə.ˈdɔːr
I Want It That Way Read More »
You see that glass half empty jə ˈsiː ˈðæt ˈɡlæs ˈhæf ˈɛmp.ti Each time you look in the mirror ˈiːtʃ ˈtʰaɪm jə ˈlʊk ˈɪn ðə ˈmɪr.ə˞ It’s like the more you’re trying ˈɪts ˈlaɪk ðə ˈmɔːr ˈjɔːr ˈtraɪ.ɪŋ Your flaws start showing up clearer jə˞ ˈflɔːz ˈstɑːrt ˈʃoʊ.ɪŋ ˈʌp ˈklɪr.ə˞ You bleed emotion so devoted
When the days are cold ˈwɛn ðə ˈdeɪz ə˞ ˈkʰoʊɫd And the cards all fold ən ðə ˈkʰɑːrdz ˈɔːɫ ˈfoʊɫd And the saints we see ən ðə ˈseɪnts wi ˈsiː Are all made of gold ə˞ ˈɔːɫ ˈmeɪd əv ˈɡoʊɫd When your dreams all fail ˈwɛn jə˞ ˈdriːmz ˈɔːɫ ˈfeɪɫ And the ones we hail