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.
And even if I'm feeling scared. I will need confession to know. To know where I'm heading towards. To know who I'm heading towards. . And all the things I couldn't do.
By lightning conceived was I. The stars above became my eyes. Hvergelmir flows in my veins. My hair the mist across the never ending nameless lake. . By womb of soil, the moist of dew.
Down the vast hills in morning mist cold. Into the peaceful deep valley below. Twothousand stallions foaming with hate. Carrying their masters towards their fate.
I have paced these forests for so long. I don`t know if I am a man or I am beast. I though hold deep within me a quest for revenge. Then I must be a man as much as I can be.
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.
Where are you? Why do you hide?. Where is that moonlight trail that leads to your side?. Just like the Moonraker goes in search of his dream of gold. I search for love for someone to have and hold.
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..
Hey Maria, where are ya goin. Put down the suitcase and please bolt the door. Children play'n oh can ya hear 'em. Their calling your name from outside the corridor..
Gary Barlow/Diane Warren. You say you need two arms to hold you,. You say you need a touch that's strong.. All All All I can give you,. Is a love to last a lifetime long..
The best things in life are free. But you can give then to the birds and bees. I need money (that's what I want). That's what I want (that's what I want).
(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.