(Py Bckman & Mats Wester). Se solen r s rd nu, den brinner som mitt blod. Men jag kan inte lova dig ngot mer n det du ser. Visst vill jag ppna drrar och n dig i din drm.
(Py Bckman & Mats Wester). Se solen r s rd nu, den brinner som mitt blod. Men jag kan inte lova dig ngot mer n det du ser. Visst vill jag ppna drrar och n dig i din drm.
shooting, fleeting. get onto the set at night. play it and repeat it. if you don't then the people won't get it tonight. scripted, heard it. don't it just sound so right?.
Make the killing and wipe the blade,. As it exits out my brain.. Anti-social middle name.. Save it. So c'mon c'mon!. . Safty first and ego last.. Can't compete with half a chance..
I've taken tongue to pen and ink to blood stream.... the venemous kind.. I've spilled my guts on your favorite blue jeans,. and you didn't mind.. It's not the way I want it..
Now if I had the courage. I'd pour in your jar. All the things that I have heard you whisper in the dark. And when that jar was heavy. Whith your honey confidence.
It's the holy trinity, Mom and Dad and little me. It's the holy trinity, Mom and Dad, Mom and Dad, Mommy. What you are is what you see. What you are is just a little funny.
We are you, you are not. We are you, you are not. We crawl down, you jump up. We crawl down, you jump up. You are not you. . I know. There's no let up.
Is it right what they said?. I'd be better of dead, if it's true. do you think its ok?. or does it break all your precious rules. I've got no reason to worry or to suffer.
Yesterday I found something in my room. It was a G.I. Joe comic book that I had. And suddenly a feeling overcame my gloom. And I realized how things were back in the past.
I hauled my ass to hell and gone. put the boots to the dawn. The sky was empty and the stars were bright. But it snowed like December on a summer night.
I had a dream last night about the distant past I've lived of my. friends and family I've lived with through the years of my deceased. relatives God it seemed so clear sleep is the place I love to hide.
Saw you on the corner yesterday and it was bad. Everything you stood for made me irritated and sad. Nothing that I could say to you would turn you around.
Lookin back on yesterday. Saw you quite unhappy. Maybe I could grant you this. Let me ask you one good question. Whatcha gonna do when the roof comes crashin down on you.
I wish I could say how I feel for you just one last time I. wish I could hear the beautiful sound of your heartbeet. next to mine but that's a dream that I'll always hold dear.
Bet you didn't think I heard you. You're always talking all the damn time. About the things you had to go through. I tuned you out drinking my cheap wine.
Break through these scars,. I'm holding on to past desperation. Stepping towards the only door I seem to see,. that light is coming out of. Walk through, there's more to this on the other side.
Watcha drinking?. Rum or whiskey?. Now won'tcha have a. Double with me?. . I'm sorry I'm a little late. I got your message by the way. I'm calling in sick today.
Paroles: David Lagueux, Michel Lambert. Musique: David Lagueux. (Bernatchez). L'temps des Fetes chez nous. C'pas bien complique. On est toute une gang.