Why can't I see it's all not wrong?. Why can't you be here again?. Still don't believe I know you're gone. I miss your love. I miss your love.
Close those eyes down, we all fall down, into the space, gone with no trace, feel your heart slow, where will we go, into the sunlight, or the dead of night..
I'm a woman. You're a man. Was I put here for you. . I'm much closer. You're much further. Away, away. . And I never quite seem to understand. Why a woman never needs a man.
You horrify and petrify me, to wear the crown that just astounds me, you terrorise and paralyse me, you've lost the plot and should be shot down.. You have it all..
First you like to talk. Then you like to come around. Then you like to walk. Then you wanna get down. There's free as a bird. There's something I've heard.
Talk to me. I haven't said a word in days. Please talk to me. And I can tell you of my ways. In which I numb myself. In which I numb myself. . Drink with me.
He always told me that he could never run like him, like him. The young man lost his leg when they found a way to fight again,. On the corner of street she begs people all alone with fear, with fear,.
[Music by D. Gildenlow & D. Magdic]. [Lyrics by D. Gildenlow]. . Once there was a world out on these fields. that was untouched. Grateful for its love we thanked the earth that gave so much.
[music: daniel gildenlw/daniel magdic]. [lyrics: daniel gildenlw]. . Once there was a world out on these fields, that was untouched.. Grateful for its love we thanked the earth that gave so much..
Tell me where it hurts, so I can reach the pain.. Tell me where it hurts. Just pump it through my vain.. Be brave and tell me where it hurts.. . There's something deep inside than you don't want to show..
Ground water moves very slowly.. While water at surface can be measured in. Meters per second,. The ground water will more likely be measured in meters.
Ticking. Ticking. Wishing. Wishing. Standing here in Buda trying to explain. To myself and to the girl beside. Why I feel so weightless and free from all my pain.
Ticking. Ticking. Wishing. Wishing. Standing here in Buda trying to explain. To myself and to the girl beside. Why I feel so weightless and free from all my pain.
Off to the funeral making cola knots. We sit and reminisce about the past. And in her voice only sadness her only son taken from her. In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us.
We meet inside the café. The air is thick like hospital. Choked by the gold on your finger. We were lovers. . Bury the thoughts that resurface. Those hands were mine.
Think fast boy, think on your feet. If you don't know it now you never will. You're so young to be so heavy. Rip off the seal and let me school you. .
Waiting for the seven eighteen. January is endless. Weary-eyed and forlorn. The Northern Line is the loudest. . Sitting in silence in bars after work.
Well, I came upon a child of god. He was walking along the road. And I asked him, tell me, where are you going. This he told me:. . Said, I'm going down to yasgur's farm.
Once upon a time a good friend of mine. Told me to tell y'all what I say today. Do the things that keep a smile on her face. Say the words that make her feel better ev'ry day.