So all becomes one. In a reel of disharmony. The cause and the witness. At least a memory. Truly life is a weaving of misery. Only drawn by single threads.
[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra]. . Tireless I faced my way. The flames still burned. To see the stars and dales. My heart still yearned for. . Surrounded by bleakness.
[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra]. . Cold and lifeless lay the plains of lore. Until finally silently a spirit evoke. And timeless clansmen rose. By the sound of the old.
[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra]. . So long he is gone. With a pale servile face. His way led right through. A cold bloody haze. . His yell pierced the cold frosty mornin`.
Thank god we've got heroes like you. who bravely stride forward when duty calls. Just slow enough that people can still whisper in your ear. And if compassion means biting your lip.
I wish I was stronger. I wish I was brave. I wish I made memories. instead of mistakes. . I wanna live longer. I wanna be wise. I wanna be earnest. and Saturday child..
WOMAN Sugarloaf. . She is the person who waits in my dreams. She is transparent and cannot be seen. violently waiting till I go to bed. deeper and deeper she enters my head.
Worst December. . It's a big mistake. 50 days, 3 months away. I'd be laughing today. But your voice on the phone gives me no reason. Don't take from me.
It's a big mistake. 50 days, 3 months away. I'd be laughing today. But your voice on the phone gives me no reason. Don't take from me. My heart is barely beating.
Wait around,. If the fires there to put it out.. Lay me down,. Emotions overrated now, rated now.. . I dont wanna hear another word you say.. I dont ever wanna waste another day..
i've got something up my sleeve that i don't want to show you. cause everytime i bleed i make a fool of me. i've got shaky little fingers, that hold on to your grip.
With Love Again. BOB OLDREIVE & JOE LINDLEY. . I hope the wind is warm, and your beach is wide. As you walk to the rhythm of the coming tide. And all the stars are shining, just like so many friends.
Wilhelmina remained convinced that her relief was waiting beyond. The suburban half-life she loathed from the shadows. She didn't know which way to turn until the carnival of freaks passed her by.
And all the stories you read. Don't know what to believe in. And everythin' that you see. Don't you see what you need, yea?. . It makes you wanna believe.
Walking away back to you I do. Walking away back to you. I'm walking away, yeah, what more can I say. Walking away back to you. . I'm walking away back to you I do.
What a drag how people change. What a drag how people change. What a drag how people change. Once you really get to know them. . Well I think about friends in the back of my mind.
Waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting for the phone to ring. And I hope it will be you. Hope it will be you. Waiting for a knock on the door.
...wovon die Wfe trmen.... . Diese Nacht ist ein Kissen, auf dem wir beide liegen,. und wir mischen die Haare, ruhelos im Schlaf.. Ich sah seltsame Bilder, hab im Traum mich verwandelt,.