Juliana Sparks: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

Cross Your Fingers

Cross your fingers, don’t forget to cross your heart
Cause I’ve got fifty thousand reasons you and I will fall apart
If you banked all your tomorrows, I’d be sure to disagree
Cause I’ve got a vault of poor excuses dogging me

Close the window, don’t forget to lock the door
Got no time for false illusions, not a virgin anymore
It would take a month of Sundays, and forever looks like rain
But for now I’m too tired to explain

So hold me tight
And turn out the light
Turn out the light

Say what you want to, and I’ll do what I can
I’m too far gone for going nowhere
Too far gone to make a stand
It’s a bitter pill to swallow, as you weaken by degrees
Pretty soon it’s sure to have you on your knees

So hold me tight
And turn out the light
Turn out the light

High, low, medium, slow
Gear it way down where you don’t want to go
I’m stuck in the middle but I’m dialed right in
To your radio, radio, radio, radio

So hold me tight
And turn out the light
Turn out the light

Cross your fingers, don’t forget to cross your heart
Cause I’ve got fifty thousand reasons
You and I will fall apart