Such an awful, tragic night. Though I've only done what's right. But even with my conscience clear. I can't help this flood of tears. . I've got my eye on the finish line.
Storm rages. Trapped and caged. In light from the dying day. We'll crawl in the dead of the night. Breaking' out with our hands. Whatever, whenever we go.
First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore. Then rolls out to sea and the sea is very still once more. So I rush to your side like the oncoming tide.
The world at my sneakers. Gold pieces molded with Jesus features. Give streets the fever. From the way I spit the Ether. . Came on the scene at 19, a gritty fiefa.
Can I touch you to see if you're real?. Cause in nothing theres something I feel. Will my heart take the strain. Or will it break down again?. . In your lips I sense a danger.
So many of us breathin' and thinkin' that we know it all. Walkin' like we are the righteous forgettin' man's fall. Caused pain in the womb and still men labor in vain.
il mio bisogno di te. un desiderio cos speciale. che assomiglia a un dolore per me.. E' un emergenza d'amore. e no non si chiede perch. un canto libero verso il mare.
Hay das en los que la vida se llena de porqus,. la esperanza se preocupa por quererlos resolver,. desconfas de la gente, del amor y piensas que. no es posible que se sufra ms que t..
Cuntas veces he pensada ya. que mi mundo de cabeza va. hacia un mar con fondo de mentiras,. hipocresas.. Cuntas veces no habr yo querido. ayudar en este mundo mo,.
E ritorno da te nonostante il mio orgoglio. Io ritorno perch altra scelta non c. Ricordando i giorni a un `altra latitudine. Frecuentando il posti dove ti vedrei.
(1st Verse). Every breathe you take. Every cent you make. No middle class tax-break, and you cant escape. Ill be taxing you. . (bridge). Oh cant you see.
The expedition has fifty goes, forty roses I neglect. Make you way, wa-wa-way, way far away. Where you stay, where you play. Where do you play?. . Can you say what you need.
Old intuition on your dock we're fishin'. Come on now, give us a grade. A for effort and B for delivery. C for devotion when the world starts encroachin' on your plans.
Well you greet the tokens and stamps underneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps. In the city we forgot to name. Well the concourse is four-wheeled shame. And the courthouse's double-breast.
Hey, do you need a reason. Is there a separate season. From which to come out of the spring. I wait all summer long. And then the winter's long. Then it's longer than afterwards.