Refrain:. In the night suit, night suit. In the night suit, night suit. In the night suit, night suit. Well look at me now. The glass falls down cracking, I'm so proud.
Oh yeah you caught me.. The bottle is by the bed.. Some things are better left unsaid.. I can't be someone that you will regret.. . You have so many faces..
Oh I once had love. And plenty of money. But some way, some how. Lord knows I failed. Oh yes I did. Now all I have. In my pocket. All I can give account of.
I.Fossati. La ragazza lo sa. come non farmi dormire. la ragazza lo sa e lo sapeva gi bene. ancora prima di uscire. lei cammina dondolando. e non ancora al portone.
you could send me a saviour. that lives 'til the end of time. promise the heavens. but that only leaves me dry. . too many saviours. fuck with me. . i won't die.
Roq critic Kent Tucke believes that we're in the midst of a new creative flowering of Pop-Roq. Catchy guitar based music. He's leading off with FOUNTAINS OF WAYNE.
Is that supposed to be your poker face. Or was someone run over by a train. And you were minding your own business. But you're begging for forgiveness just the same.
Oh whoa, leave your nightlight on. You don't have far to go. Oh whoa, leave your nightlight on. You don't have far to go. . Out the door, down the hall.
Two men sit in the corner of a diner. Both of them look quite a bit like Carl Reiner. One of them is smoking even though the sign says not to. The waitress says to stop, he says sorry but I've got to.
Hey baby, it's getting late now. And the years are rollin' on. Ain't no time to take it easy now. We been goin' too long. . It's dirty, it's a pity. And time ain't exactly on our side.
Ancient sore oculi. Couldn't see the change. But blissful lights still happen. Through the darkest days. . She strokes her hair. In the bathroom sink.
Hailed brilliant, another combination. I'm assured that it's not your care. Hailed brilliant, another conversation. But they couldn't touch your Hemingway.
I'm not here cause someone told me. one day I could be a star. If I just write songs that everybody likes I'd make my way to Hollywood. I'm not here for your opinion.
Paul McCartney can't be paid enough.. For Lennon aren't the boys quite good, that's tough.. Ringo's body is old and almost heart attack.. Won't George's religion let him go back?.
You laughed at my dreams. As if they were jokes. You laughed when I said that I don't smoke dope. You saw the girl with me. Since ya played the .... Look at you, you fucking lovers.
[Music by HERR MORBID - Winter 2000/ Lyrics by Kiara Barbieri - Winter 2000]. . Darkness enshrouded from within. Bitter rest in overwhelming solitude.
I walk again through these darkened paths,. as the cold wind blows on my face. and the fog creates sinister forms,. they guide me in the dark night. A night as black as Death.
Nefarious nights, a time so far,. ancestral fears and nightmares. From the darkened clouds of the past. memories of souls without rest.... . Pray your lord to reach another dawn.
You're depraved but strive. for freedom. Little speck on time's array. You abused the lows of nature. You're treasoned and betrayed. . Neverland the land of dreams.
I seem to have severed everything. From ties to knots I've bound. No matter how articulated. Words could not have reached salvation. So cast me to this lonely island.