The thought of never knowing, could kill me just the same. The solitary blossom, the mind is of a friend. . What are you saying, you've got nothing to live for.
You can make it better in this world of sin. Wanna make it better, wrapped in arms of silk. You're not alone, yeah. You're not alone. . So you wanna feel better, in your crazy heads.
Come again, run again, you will never get past me!. Come and get it, run and get it, I will never be deceived.. . You can run faster, you can catch that car,.
[Muffled screaming]. . had a bad hair day. had a bad hair day. had a bad hair day. had a bad hair day. . [muffled screaming]. . had a bad hair day. had a bad hair day.
Posted on March 14, 2017 by lyricsfa. It's enough time to say goodbye. I don't care Where you were last night. Was it easier to ignore me. Than to lie again With your story.
In the dawn between the worlds. A pausing for reflection. What you really want to be. Is there for your inspection. You're dreaming at your living. But living means forgiving.
Been on a train, baby did you hear the whistle blow?. Been on a train north, baby did you hear the whistle blow?. I saw a man, take a needle full of hard drug and die slow.
You told the man in the Broadway Hotel. Nothing was stranger than being yourself. And he replied, with a tear in his eye. Love was a rollaway. Just a cajole away.
The subway station's closed again. Sleeps beneath its veil of rain. My footprints' broken trail behind. Steals the nightlights from my mind. . The dark deserted streets then clear.
When your little world has fallen apart. You'll be living on Beacon Street. In a flat above a laundry. It's warm and forgiving on Beacon Street. Hundreds of paperback novels adorning your shelves.
You've got a bad reputation. All over the street. There's some indication. You've been indiscreet. . Oh I know you can turn on the charm. When you feel so inclined.
Rollin' down to Pontchartrain. Honeysuckle running though her veins. Up and down on the great Big Easy. Hold on till the levee breaks. . Woah, woah, woah, woah.
We're walking through the Valley of Ghosts. You're walking through in your Budget Shoes. My Sleeping Boots. They slow down the wind. You said, 'We get this wrong, it weighs a fortune'.
Born in dead embers and covered with loss. a wanderer on its path. the imaginary as a prophet. as a guiding light in the dark. chasing time while seeking for knowledge.
Verse 1. . You love me and I don't know why. I'm unworthy I should have died. Always failing time after. I'm guilty again. Then you saved me in spite of my pride.
Oh Mdchen du bist alles was mich hier noch hlt. Doch die Zeit mit dir und die Zeit ohne dich. ist gerade da, was mich verwirrt. Liebe Freunde seit mir nicht bse.
Oh Mdchen du bist alles was mich hier noch hlt. Doch die Zeit mit dir und die Zeit ohne dich. ist gerade da, was mich verwirrt. Liebe Freunde seit mir nicht bse.
ber Sex kann man nur auf Englisch singen. allzu leicht kanns im Deutschen peinlich klingen. doch gibts ein Verlangen zu beschreiben. den Teufel mit dem Belzebub vertreiben.
Sent him away in '38, California state, the case was tried. Henry Young was an orphan son, came undone when his sister cried. His time he'd serve, he'd stole for her.
Brüderchen, komm, tanz mit mir. Beide Hände reich' ich dir. Einmal hin, einmal her. Rundherum, das ist nicht schwer. . Mit den Händchen klipp, klipp, klapp.