Tell me and take your time. Set free this soul of mine. Freeze frame this sedate moment. Lie me in your quiet ground. . I understand your tired eyes. For these tired homes and tired trees.
In the night we freeze. And you want me to tell. In London's lonesome park. Brockwell. . Out here, I am distracted. As fire bombs explode. Bonfire lamps glow.
Blood ridden hands are the first things. To come through the bed. When all the pain in your life. Comes to a head. . Poor lost soul with no place to go.
My baby sleeps in blue. Warm and naked pale and pretty. I feel the seventh wave. Of the ocean in the motion. . I feel a brand new sickness. Coming over me like a storm.
Hanging low a big embrace of Aztec moon. You throwing down a glow on this fluorescent tune. And cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bed. Shadows at the walls of the sun makes clear the door he read.
(Young, Young, Scott). . On the day I was born the rain came down. There was trouble brewing in my home town. It was the seventh day, I was the seventh son.
While you are away ,. She will keep racing through my mind. hesitate to tell you. That I know her, far to well. . My bad confidence. Dances a dance upon my head.
Bandages. Rebekka Karijord. . Don't Look Away,. Don't Ever Look Away. Don't Look Away,. Don't Ever Look Away. Don't Look Away,. Don't Ever Look Away. Don't Look Away,.
Cast off our ammunition,. hide our weapons in the tall grass.. . And leave the battlefield,. won't tear each other apart.. Your love's a cannon.. It's a battlefield in your heart..
Hey man, what's your problem?. Don't you know that I don't belong to you. It's hard and hard enough to keep it up. When everything is so new. . I'm not trying to forget you.
Beasts don't have a second to think. But we don't appreciate our things. Beasts don't have a second to think. But we don't appreciate our things. Beasts don't have a second to think.
Some might say that. To win's not all that it's about. It's just not something to say. But there is nothing more true. Or natural than wanting to win.
Is it me or is it you. Tell me what am I to do?. I've got my back up against the wall. Your silly smile is at my face again. . Was I wrong or was I right?.
Quien pudiera. Navegar por el ayer. Quien pudiera. Caminar y no correr. . Quien tuviera. La paciencia de la nube, ay de la nube. Quien pudiera. Caminar donde yo anduve, donde yo anduve.
Catch a boat to England, baby, maybe to Spain. Wherever I have gone, wherever I've been and gone. Wherever I have gone, the blues I'd to sing. . Go bring me whiskey, baby, go bring me gin.
Snow in springtime, storm in the sea. Mist at my window, no leaf on my tree. Showers in the garden with no flowers to touch. When will you bring us your sunshine and such..
Black days of winter all were through. The blossoms came and they brought you. Clouds left the sky. And I knew the reason why. They made way for you and the blossom..
Old black mountain. Tried to spit in your face. Old black mountain. Tried to spit in your face. Baby's grubbing whiskey. Oh, she's practicing. . Old black mountain.
A black eyed dog he called at my door. The black eyed dog he called for more. A black eyed dog he knew my name. A black eyed dog he knew my name. The black eyed dog, a black eyed dog.