O'er the Moor and Among the Heather. (Traditional, arranged by Dan Stacey and Kirk McLeod).
Here I am. A young man. Come and get me if you can. Up in my room covered in flames. Meet me at the cinema. You can take me in your car. I'll lie in the back and stare at the planes.
I forgot to bring you roses. When you hit the floor, you knew wall poses. Asking for war, have you forgot the wall. I've foreseen it all, we've foreseen it all.
Lyrics: dan stadnicki & ryan dennis. Music: serial joe. © 1999. . You wanna take it to the next level. Walkin' among the street and burn like the devil.
You've made the choice to go your own way. Now there's nothing left to say. The look in your eyes. Of what used to be. Blinded now,. Nothing left to see.
Feel the rush on pipe made of wood. Jump off the edge, never thought I could. Wheels that fly without any wings. Try it again, see what this vert' brings.
Open your eyes you've been here before. Everything is closer. I can't live without it in my blood. Death is growing nearer. . Speak to me. I can't live without it.
What is pure? What is love?. What is faith without trust?. What is loneliness without anyone?. Where is anywhere without directions?. . Understand what is it to be human.
With my heart in hand, you know I had a vision one day. It was beautiful, so beautiful and so sincere. . In another time, in another place you know. I saw the radio station in the ice of space.
We're working so hard, building hives to keep us alive. Always moving on, it's the nature of the creature. Out across the seas and into space. We will pollinate the worlds as yet unknown.
One from the other side takes two from the other side. One from the other side takes two from the other side. One from the other side takes two from the other side.
There's a reflection that's so hard to see. Reflections in water of what you could be. A wave crashes over. Tides pull you under. If you've ever wondered why you barely breathe.
Long ago, I was told there were riches inside of me. Someone old hid the gold and the finding was my affair. In those days when my ears heard a story, my mind believed.
All above me the stars are bright. And a sweet suburban breeze is blowin'. And down the block are the parkin' lights. Of a hundred friends who I barely know and.
Langeweile besäuft sich. Meilenweit. Ich zähl die Ringe an meiner Hand. Dort draußen alles dreht sich. Still um nichts herum. Und ich male Deine Schatten an jede Wand.
(Sky Saxon/Serpent). You ask me, pretty baby, to forget your sin. You ask me, pretty baby, let you come back in. Well I've heard you crying all night and day.