Mais uma história com um final. Mais um coração partido. Um novo fim pra um amor normal. Mais um choro sem sentido.. Não há razão pra te escrever. Perdi a razão ao encontrar você.
Eu não volto mais pra casa. Não há ninguém a me esperar. Eu não vou ver o sol nascer. Pois tranquei minhas janelas. Pra não deixar a luz entrar. Eu canto as notas mais erradas.
(Intro Piano/Organ). . (Verse 1). . Driving to the city that we can go.. Me and my friends are having fun tonight.. If we can walk down the streetlights sky..
Don't worry 'bout me. I'll get along. Forget about me. Just be happy my love. . Let's say that our little show is over. And so the story ends. Why not call it a day the sensible way.
Someone told someone and someone told you. But they wouldn't hurt you, not much. Since everyone spread the story. With his own little personal touch. .
May the wind be always at your back. And the sun shine warm upon your face. May the rains fall soft upon your field. Until the day we meet again. . And the roof that hangs over your head.
INTRO:. I and I defend the down pressed is a muss. In a need I and I nuh fight nor fuss. Co' everything them dem say them rightful own belong to us. My fuddah done tell I and I everything shall fall to I and I is a muss.
There's a door. Handle's cold. Made of iron & brass. And this door it used to lead. Into what is now my past. If you were to have opened this door. It would have lead you on to a floor.
Summer comes and rain falls away. But the very next day it seems. The snow comes to stay. . And you too will go just like the dog days do. I'll put on my hat, my gloves, my scarf.
Don't stop. The bass is kicking. The bass is kicking. . I knew, you were the one, the only one. To give, my baby, to give my soul away. . I knew, you were the one, the only one.
Stunde um Stunde leiden wir.. Wir sind so arm, habt mitleid mit uns.. Go Fuck-Go HAK. Wir wollen heim. uns ist fad.. Ciao ihr Mitleidenden.
I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of fading. I'm sick of being depressed. Through all the failing,. I'm syncopating. ...At least it's off my chest. Disruptr..
[Words and music by Devin Townsend]. . Winter hides the dead. Just like summer ends too soon. Springing forth the new knowing. Autumn is the tomb. . And I'll wait for you.
How many times must we live through this dimension. Only to mourn many lives we have lost. To be someone is our only directive for the way. How many souls must we fall into the depths of our creation.
I know (who's behind the door...who's behind the door?). Suddenly decide to listen to me,. Falling from the interior. Who's behind the door...who's behind the door?.