''mmm'' Well our love story reads like a book of lies-. Good intentions, better alibis. No happy endings, no straight lines, no movin' on,. But no goodbyes..
jeg har ventet p mirakler. vret fremsynet men blind. jeg har talt med mine orakler. bedt dem om at spore sig ind. . jeg har levet i et tomrum. mens jeg drev fortiden p flugt.
I can be fragile. I can break in two. But I know I'll be. Swept up by you. And if I get frightened. You'll always be. A place of quiet. To calm me. . And if you feel my love.
Evening shadows make me blue. When each weary day is through. How I long to be with you. My happiness. . Every day I reminisce. Dreaming of your tender kiss.
Yes my baby left me,. Never said a word.. Was it something I done,. Something that she heard?. . My baby left me,. My baby left me.. My baby even left me,.
Chris Isaac. Mr Lonely Man. . Now Listen to me. . Hey Mr Lonely Man. I don't think you understand. I look in that mirror. you look so sad. you ain't slept a wink in days.
All the good hearts have been taken. No more hearts around here were breaking. All the good girls know I'm lying. What's the point to keep on trying. .
Mele Kalikimaka is the thing we say. On a bright Hawaiian Christmas Day. That's the island greeting that we send to you. From the land where palm trees sway.
Running around makes it harder on you. I dont care honey what you wanna do. I got my plans gonna get out of town. There ain't nobody gonna get me down.
if I were you. your gonna die tonight. you did something wrong & you know it wasnt right. money means much more to you. feeling you had to screw. the friends you had.
I am sick and tired and my money's always spent. And though their jobs are killing me, their money pays my rent. The fuel of world hate, although it's just a seed.
My girl's retro. My girl's retro. My girl's retro. . My girl's retro. My girl's retro. My girl's retro. . Scooby-Doo lunch pail in her hands. Just like the six million dollar man.
Near my place, through the forest and the wood chopped. You can see everything from a fenced-off hill top. From rolling hills through soaking gills. From the gravel path to the chimney's wrath.
Ever since she left me. I sure feel all alone. A little misunderstanding. I can't get her on the telephone. Hanging out down on Main Street. Living in a different world.
Hey Mr. Rock, Mr. Rock. Awake at noon and you finally get up. Watch the TV, talk on the phone. Behind your curtains it's a twilight zone. . You hit the streets when night comes down.
Play me the empty space behind my eyes. They're yelling and screaming. But all I keep hearing is blah, blah, blah, blah. . They're talking about the girls and boys, making too much noise.