blow in the wind to old steeltown. blow in the wind to turn her around. blow out the flame and dying name. this dirty town won't seem the same. blow in the wind to old steeltown.
ooh somebody's daughter. . give me room to breathe. there are times when i feel i could drown without water. give me time to see. just one dream that is mine.
Sleeping Satellite. . I blame you for the moonlit sky. and the dream that died. with the eagle's flight. I blame you for the moonlit nights. when I wonder why.
With an envelope. We'll enter buildings we might touch. I've got souvenirs but yesterday can't mean too much. Have we missed an opportunity?. . Whispers Chinese leaves a message.
When I talk in my sleep. I'll be begging for more. That meant to sound sweet. Babe, your meant to reward me. . For working hard on my pleasantries. So when you've locked your door.
If you're seeking repair for figure eights in the ice in your stare. Seven stories we're climbing tonight. So if you're angry about the fact that it's red.
You can catch me on the street. We're shaking out my legs to greet. Our new neighbors with the same old innocence. . Walking, rolling, I'm your stone.
r aterstader endast ener marder af lif ok der. r ener myrkr dimba af mystik liggia sum ener be lggning yvir marder. r be til baka dragna befinner sik.
vlkomen til marders rike. syknadagher gangar. trul syndra ok syrgia. landskap var vir valda m Pan. ener sigher af et kri. fiande var til liuset sigha. n firidmdes rike.
a golden arrangement was made. a golden arrangement was made. and it's so easy to hold on to all the promises that you made. . a figure. a monster. a simple impostor.
ginom vier diupe ok myrke dalir vitia. m vander min rakka pa dyreganger. kunst af trulske kraptir iak far hran. bregha. fordmilse. iak skipu vidit yvir lius landskap.
[performed and written by Shamaatae and Sataros.]. . [Sataros;]. or svakka ok kkeliker vaxte et hat sum elder blomas. iak mier hat lskadhe. ok vander vaxte mr der.
When I talk in my sleep. I'll be begging for more. That meant to sound sweet. Babe, your meant to reward me. . For working hard on my pleasantries. So when you've locked your door.
Strangled by the stereowire. Cut and depressed in the victim's eye.. With a public finger on a false alarm.. Pulling down in a rush of irreversible lies..
Step into the light.. So tired of being in the dark and all alone.. Step into the light.. . Step into the light.. So tired of being in the dark and all alone..
Crawl off the faces. With my nonsense. And clog your ears with ashes. And boiled the sound to dry. It's not your fault you're not my hero. It's not your fault I can't make it clear enough.
There's a worm in your head,. Squirming over on me.. Leaves a paper thin scab. And you're laughing.. . It's too crowded. With the skull cap on. (? ). When you're amplified..
X'ing out the numbers puts me in a slumber. Can't call for help and nobody's at home.. Had a premonition, icy cold suspicion. Fueled by superstition and slick tricks bright lights..