I feel like. We have met before. And you said. No. You hear my. Voice inside your head. You see my. Milky silhouette. . Back where I live. I travel stars, stars.
Leave the city nights right behind you (repeat). . This time you choose. Not to take photographs. Things are to change. Jump to next paragraph. All days are packed.
Cry. Of the road tonight. Motorcycle fights. Through the time. Wheels. Nailed to motorway. Counting miles away. It's not me. Well, I guess I am superhero.
The line. That I draw between. My life. And your thoughts 'n' dreams. But why. Why it's so heavy to wave my hand. . My past. Is in black and brown. Keeps lies.
You look straight and I smile way. Watching streets go by. Avenues we've met today. Are renewed and I. Play the game till bitter end. It is closer now.
hey, tell me what's going on. you're in my skin. my flesh and bone. . hey, what have you done to me. you bring me down. right to my knees. . In your eyes.
Late, late going out tonight. It's the fire in your eyes calls. Wait, what makes you glow so bright?. It's the fire in your eyes. Your soul's paying for lack of ice.
Soul, soul needs more. I need your touch you're electrical girl. My mind is breaking the ties. Of your supernatural type. . Your pulse my pulse are synchronized.
Look, You could be quiet now. Usual talking with a usual friend. In a colourless night. Heart is beating so cold and loud. Game is over try to understand.
Tricky : This town is coming like a ghost town... Terry : All the clubs have been closed down... Tricky : This place is coming like a ghost town... Terry : Bands won't play no more...
The first hundred years are the toughest. On this bubble. An open sky, flyin' high. Take a bride, get some trouble. . The first one will do. I'm just passing through.
Sense. Ian Broudie/Terry Hall. I'm flying high on something beautiful and aimless,. it's got a name but I prefer to call it nameless.. It comes and goes leaves me on a bed of splinters,.
yo te extraare tenlo por seguro.... fueron tantos bellos y malos momentos,. que vivimos juntos...los detalles,las pequeas cosas. lo que parecia no importarte son las que mas inbaden.,.
It was just the other day. I was sitting on my bed. When a very disconcerting thought. Occurred to my head. I hadn't seen my shoes. In a couple of days.
Baby, when I look into your eyes I can't see. Mama, what about has got a hold on me ?. Sweetness, I'm addicted to you, gotta have you by my side. No other girl will do.
Not enough days, not enough hours, for the people who want my time. If it were within my power, I would lock you all away with me. In a world with no money.
(Slavens, Muller, Brand, Emert). air all around. but no water to be found. I dance around. but the surroundings don't suit me. I'm looking. for a familiar face.
There's a little man who lives inside of your brain. He's always trying to mess you up. And cause you serious pain. He keeps your eyes wide open. In the middle of the night.
Three men in offices with air conditioning. Who think in triplicate and dream in $$$. They are the rule makers, they are the gameplayers. They think that they will be here 'til the end of time.