The tears I cried for you could fill an ocean,. But you don't care how many tears I cry. And though you only lead me on and hurt me,. I couldn't bring myself to say goodbye.
It's time to walk again. It's time to make our way through the fountained squares. And the collonades. Your dress is shimmering. Your voice is hiding things.
(reprise of Enter The Angel). SADENIA READER - backing vocals WIX. - drums JOHN FOXX - vocals and all. other instruments.
Oh I was walking. Down through gardens wet with rain. Someone changing. Changing everything. Then I was wondering. Who I was before we woke. As the dawn was folding.
When she walks out, she's illuminous. When she turns round, she is someone else. And I can't find, can't find the rule or the exception. She moves towards me endlessly..
I watch you taking off your make-up. From behind you in the mirror. And the second that you notice me. You try to hide a tear. And then you turn around and ask me.
Author: Fossati_Ivano. Title: E_di_nuovo_cambio_casa. E DI NUOVO CAMBIO CASA FOSSATI. C Em. E di nuovo cambio casa di nuovo cambiano le cose. Gm A7. E di nuovo cambio luna e quartiere.
Slow down. There's gonna be trouble. You're gonna forget. What you're doing. . One false move, baby. Suddenly everything's ruined. . Hold on. You're gonna be sorry.
Slim and tall behind me spinnin' me off of my feet. Headin' for the D we're taking our act to the street. Roll around the city, leavin' our tracks on the ground.
I wake to the sea of bodies surrounding me. The last sunrise for those soon-to-be corpses. I lift my sleeping knife with glee. And carve smiles into their dying faces.
Quit making faces at the one I love. These errant tightropes that you're thinkin' of. Can't be undone the instant that they're set. Above this scorched and torrid hallowed ground.
It's just the nicotine that's coming over me. Or is it anything more than a smoke screen. Cause I feel like you've been living a lie. You're looking better than.
[Music and Lyrics by HERR MORBID - Summer 1999, Autumn/Winter 2000]. . Observe the snow under which i lie with empty eyes. Losing life, remembrances of cries.
I saw you on the TV screen. Profiteers run the Ethiopia scene. Ask boy George and Duran Duran. big cash money puts hits in their hands. . Now you don't want to talk to me.
I remember you so many years ago. What I saw in you I don't know. I saw stars when I opened your door. They landed on our fair shores. Their novel accents made them so rich.
Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead. The big fat guy is dead, dead, dead. Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead. The big fat goof is dead, dead, dead. Millions of assholes mourned his death.
Some will say death take breath away. With us it's different way. Way of life is not where we'll go. We'll follow other path. . This is where we end. No more hops is left.
I wake my greedy eyes. From a night spent dreaming. Ambitiously, cost-effectively. Fingers stained. From yesterday's highs and lows. . It's got to go.
It's been a whole year since your call. The one that started. I don't love you anymore. I thought I'd surely not survive. But here I am, I'm still alive, 365 days later.