Running hard towards what used to be. Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly. Reaching out for mirrors hidden in the web. Painting lines upon your face inside instead.
We're lost and and alone and we're drifting forever. Don't know where we are and we'll never no, never. Go home to our earth, far away just a dot on the screen.
I have her letters. Perfume lingers on every page. Tied with ribbons. Kept with lavender and her lace. . The letters are faded. Kept by her side for all her days.
Sung to sleep. by a distant lullaby. filtered through raindrops and leaves.. Suddenly he's aware, this is no dream. is this real. what's happening. for some nights now.
Marvin, er ist ein Riesenarsch!. Hat mir die Frau geklaut,. Mein bestes Hemd versaut.. Rache! Die hab' ich mir geschwor'n.. Ich hab' viel ausprobiert,.
Things are getting harder and harder and harder. Seems like I barely get by. The days are getting shorter and shorter and shorter. I just can't find enough time.
Are you having trouble keeping up?. Seeing this thing through?. I want to know who you're running from,. Me or you?. You're too confused to open up,. Feel the way I do.
Where do I turn. I'm always questioning my sanity. Will I ever learn. I have always stolen my identity. . Anyone forgive. Anyone forget. I don't want a life without respect.
[alright there, can I get a copy on a 6-14? 6-14?]. . la la la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la. la la la la. la la la la. . whoo!. . what's that she said -.
well pay attention!. attention to my words!. I love 'ya;. I don't know what you heard.. and this fella?. has got to go for sure.. . red bowling ball. red bowling ball ruth.
Well if you've been a married woman. And things didn't seem to work out. Divorce is the key to being loose and free. But you're gonna be talked about.
[Jack White and Meg White]. Rag and bone!. Rag and bone!. Rag and bone!. Rag and bone!. . [Jack White]. Meg, look at this place.. . [Meg White]. What? Woo....
I think I'll kill the radio, don't want to hear this song. Can't relate to yesterday, what we did was wrong. Yeah, mmm. But now you lighten up my day with your views.
Eu vou sair por aí. Eu vou ver o tempo passar (wooh). Vou me jogar nesse mar. De paraíso em mim, yeah (wooh). . Eu vou sair por aí. Eu vou ver um pouco de gente (gente, gente, gente).
Head away from the years. You're on the price list. Head away from the years. You're on the price list. Head away from the years. You're on the price list.
Make the grade in our republic. We all are loyal subjects. The paper stirring dregs of no great causes. Action is none of my business. . I'm unconcerned with what's in store.
I'm the hunter who's killed by his dog. I'm the statue burnt down into lead. I'm the problem you don't want to solve. I'm the lover who dies in his bed.
To the Marxists and the police. To the junkies in the streets. To the gangsters in our towns. And the others underground. To the prostitutes and whores.