You wake up every morning on another place. Your wife already can't to look on your face. You always come to her and give her false embrace. Once she will leave you and you will be a basket case.
Hoy rompo en llanto. Pues se que todo esta decidido. Te quiero tanto. Pero no es suficiente sentirlo. . Hemos intentado seguir por seguir. Sin reconocer que ya no hay mas por hacer.
Sleepless nights on the hardwood floors. The sweet lullaby of slamming doors. We spend our time watching. Raindrops race up windshields. We spend our time waiting in line.
Nightmare coming true. Tall man comes for you. Chill runs down your spine. You know it's time to die. Sphere drills in your head. Now you're lying dead.
Nightmare coming true. Tall man comes for you. Chill runs down your spine. You know it's time to die. Sphere drills in your head. Now you're lying dead.
unsubstantial misinterpretation. a glimpse of infinite reflection. consequential failed alleviation. rehearsed in the mirror of my shadow. . gather up your heart and go.
dance for me one last time. in the morning i have to go. you cant wait up all night. while i watch the snow. wailing beauty. lost beneath me. trails are melting.
save a seat at the table and bring your own spoon. cuz my good intentions never followed through. you'll miss the exit if you don't use your hands. it's such a short walk when i can fall off the land.
[lyrics by Ville Viljanen and Jori Haukio]. . Dark father redreamer of sins. help me bleed till I die. Hide me from this rising daylight. And pless my nightly life.
[lyrics by Ville Viljanen]. . Are you the one to guide me. lead me through this dark and misery. will I ever be awaken from this silent sleep. . So take this pain away.
Love you sometimes... . Now i'm lost. into your song. take me away. i'm out of control. people we see. sun in the sky. you are the one. who makes me fly.
Progeteme ou lord,. Porque viene a por mi los carros de Babylon. Con sus vasallos en el interior. Pistolas y excusas llevan en el cintur.
Una palmada llega nyahbingi man.... desde la cueva style.... Anda cobra el control. Anda caa al control. La gente tiene el control. . Y diganme. que problema tienen con la yerba del Rey.
Lord!. Yo se que escondes algo, y no me lo quieres decir,. piensas que puedes engan~arme y yo para eso no valgo,. y tu me quieres ver sufrir, lo que callas no es para ocultarlo,.
Spending these nights in the scripts cling of the keys over my heart,. Engine running low, broken notes, and waiting for the song to start. When from my seat I hear the songs crackling in the wire, stationed coast to coast.
Be my mirror; show me what I can change. Don't go, I know that you know. Don't let me down softly. . Well, this all happened on a sunny day. You still couldn't see it.
I was on my way,. I was thinking thoughts,. I gave away for free,. So they can't be bought. To make you think. That you know me better. . I've got a way with words.
I know exactly what you are. Eyes so cold they cut through the bone. No emotion, explosion, you're death. I know exactly what you want. . Send my heart away anywhere but here.
"No". "Hello mi amor". "Hi". "What are you doing darling". "Nothing i just got home" (oh). "What are you doing? Oh okay". . Do I say a little bit?. hey i'm a little bit, i'd fall into you.