Saying 'I Love you' is not the words. I want to hear from you. It's not that I want you not to say. But if you only knew. How easy it would be to show me how you feel.
There are so many reasons that I find to run to you. 'Cos there's so little loving in my life, now I am away. And thinking about it I want things back how they used to be.
Everything is wonderful, being here is heavenly,. Every single day she sends, everything is free. I used to be so careless, as if I couldn't care less,.
Millenni di sonno mi hanno cullato. ed ora ritorno. Qualcosa cambiato. non scorgo segnale che annunci la vita. eppure l'avverto ci son vibrazioni.. Che cosa vedranno tra poco i miei occhi.
Ooh, gonna be like a dog. Lay flat on my back. Pull my feet off the ground. Ooh, let my head hit the sack. . I'm muscle in plastic. Nyjinsky's bad move.
We put the clocks forward. We put the clocks back. The mirror is never fooled. It remains slow moving liquid cool. As we speed headlong into the berzah.
Moto browniano,. particelle di polline,. pulviscolo londinese.. Un frammento della Sfinge. e altro. sospesi in acqua.... Provo sdegno verso alberi e fogliami,.
The man of shadows thinks in clay. Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation days. He's seen in iron environments. With plastic sweat out of chiseled slits for eyes.
Los hay que se envejecen,. afloran tantos recuerdos muy lejanos. como si fuera ayer,. me veo como en brazos de mi madre. y siento an los tiermos comentarios de mi padre.
Quel letto d'ottone. in cui mi accoglievi giovinetto,. il radiogrammofono che prendeva tutto,. quando ti portavo in quel caff. "prego, fragole con panna" dicevo.
Meccanici i miei occhi. di plastica il mio cuore. meccanico il cervello. sintetico il sapore. meccaniche le dita. di polvere lunare. in un laboratorio.
Ya comido, se iba descansar. mecido por las mosquiteras y por el ruido en la cocina,. por las ventanas entreabiertas, reflejos en la pared,. y alguna cosa abstracta se aduenaba de mi,.
Dopo pranzo si andava a riposare. cullati dalle zanzariere e dai rumori di cucina;. dalle finestre un po' socchiuse spiragli contro il soffitto,. e qualche cosa di astratto si impossessava di me..
C' chi parte con un raga della sera. e finisce per cantare "la Paloma".. E giorni di digiuno e di silenzio. per fare i cori nelle messe tipo Amanda Lear.
LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF MY LIFE,. MY MACHINES SING SONGS FOR YOU TO LIVE FOR.. . WELCOME TO THE SOUND OF 'NOW'.. COME INSIDE AND FIGURE ALL YOUR DREAMS OUT..
I don't know what I should do. I don't know how to get through. I'm so sad and lonley. so sad and lonley. my baby's gone away. I don't know what I should say.
I remember all my life. Raining down as cold as ice. Shadows of a man, a face through a window. Cryin' in the night, the night goes into mornin'. . Just another day.
What happened to the plan?. I'm confused. I just don't understand.. Promises, that I heard,. Of great things, were only so many words.. Only words.. I wanted so much more..
(Verse 1). i've had enough of living life for only me. and reaching just for the things. that keep destroying me. so sick of envying the lives of so many i see.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I perfect. 'Cause mirror you've always told me, who I am?. Im finding its not easy to be perfect. So sorry, you wont define me.