Galaxies [remix]

Nose Bleed

Vi U00d6ver Manhattan

Atalanta

Viu00favo (o Tempo Nu00e3o Apagou)

Ponte Au00e9rea

Greenland Whale Fisheries

'Was in 18 hundred and 53. Of June the thirteenth day. That are gallant ship her anchor weighed. And for Greenland bore away, brave boys. And for Greenland bore away..

Paper Hearts

Ready, set, go. Our story starts right now. And I know I'm saving you somehow. . So I will try. To touch the Sky. To reach the stars above. And I'm coming now.

Go Get It

i'm feeling broke and i'm so choked up. and i'm still hearin voices of what mom spoke of. it'll only get harder this shit aint gon get easy. so im runnin these streets even when im sleepy.

Xeema

XEEMA. Xeema Kune baru bhange , dexor.. xeema kune baru gorhe, monor. souhodor xeema thelatheli. xohudor kiyo jae atori. xatu bhoni kot, enajori keni.

Сучка (bitch)

Самолёт приземлился, неделя пошла,. Я ещё не врубал, как зависнет башка.. Ведь с этой сучкой мы даже не знакомы,. Моё сердце ей не поиметь по-любому..

До Утра (until Morning)

Припев (Карина Крит) :. . Разреши остаться мне до утра,. Я не потревожу твой чуткий сон.. Влюбляюсь в тебя сильнее, чем вчера.. Пой со мной в унисон..

Ready Set Go

Tonight is about the feelings that you always have to hide. . Take a leap of faith. Let go and feel electrified. Say who I don't know. I want to be who I don't know.

Gold

Lyrics. Verse 1. Everything has changed about the time.. Knowing that past can't be brought back.. Everything starts to disappear.. Knowing that you're the one that caused it..

The Smallest Splinter

Of course you decided to stand on your own. When the pain has come and is gone. Oh I guess I probably love you more than anyone. . Show me the man who would have shown more.

The Silent Orchestra

Voices are singing. Moonlight and rapture. But pity and passion. Are for the children. . When you go dry. In your heart. Come and find me. I'll hang my hat.

Self Pity

Gone and said too much. When I was strong. Some bitter luxury. Messed me up. . Listen to voices. Took them too hard. Or is it easy. To get lost?. . Or is it written.

My Reward

I heard a choir across the grass on Easter morning. From where I sat I could have sworn it was a hundred or more. . Then on uplifting chords. I sang along.

Immediately Alone

I must have drifted off to sleep. The neighbor shook his rusty keys. The Sunday evening lullabies. Are drifting through my lazy blinds. . Oh, underneath.

I Retired

I Retired from my fight. I retired from my war. No one knows what I was fighting for. I don't even know myself anymore. All the water in the ground. Someday'll dry up and die out.