Bitter you. Brush the dirt of your leather shoes. Not that it matters if you really do. Somebody said you look fine. Friends of mine went on bashing just for the crime.
The city tells me its time to go. But in pitch dark you see nothing. It doesnt know I dont have to adapt. The city sighs as it sees me. Cause I dont carry the cancer.
Below the belt. Set you up for shame. Like a villain from a film in modern age. But what they said. Brought forgiving ways. Let you carry on with equal scum charades.
He said Im not. who you think I am. I carry power. Im a saviour. Tomorrow will show. Tomorrow the world will know. The world will know. . He said something.
Alright all you poor people. Youve all been through hell. This is your chance to get your. To get your sweet revenge. This is the actual moment. Ive waited thirteen years for.
This day in age, thats what they say. Hes getting older, saw it that way. Buy us some time, old friends of mine. Wrote me a story, write me a story. .
Im in the waiting line between the cross and the corner. And its the second time you left a glimpse in the dark. Dont care for candle lights, another voice of expectation.
He was wrong, he was right. Sitting still, standing high. As it came, passing by. Gave him looks, caught his eye. You know the faint of heart is bound for a tragedy.
I never chose. I never argued. With head high I took it with high faith in brawl. And stumbling regards. A darkness in all. No bearable soundness. No reason at all.
Sand and wind burns the back of my throat. I fell while standing on my rowboat. Salt water tightens on my skin coat. I drowned my head smacked to the rowboat.
Siempre. Que todo moría. Siempre. Que los días mentían. Siempre. Que el amor se disfrazaba. De algo. Que se movía con miedo. . Perdimos el mundo. En el viaje de vuelta.
Frágil sombra de papel. Tras la luz de un corazón. Herido y en paz. . Bajo el cielo protector. Tras el tacto de tu voz. Cálida miel. . Tus latidos. Se clavan en mí.
Y es que el amor crece en las plantas. Como pequeñas espinas rojas. Y es este amor que nunca muere. El que envenena. El que envenena. . Y es que el amor está en el aire.
Las palabras duelen más. Cuando son tan limpias. Como la lluvia. Y la tarde está muriendo. Y la tarde está muriendo. . Esto no es nada. Tú y yo llegamos hasta aquí.
I knew you'd starve in heaven and I'd pray for your release. There's and angel at my table and a devil up my sleeve. With nothing on, nothing but a smile.
Hung by the old field. The night in his eyes. And the road by his side. . He's trying to show me. Who's alive in both cities. Barely on fire. . Scarecrow.
Some say you'll never be gone forever. Some say there's music where you go. I've no faith in my heart, tell two apart. Ocean above from sky below. . Where I am going you can't save me.
This is the house she lived. It was the house she was born in. That was the bed she slept in. And this is all we are left with. . And this is her mother.
The imperial disaster's in a furious decline. They've been burning down the ghettos burning down the ghettos. Crossing all. Of the lines. And everyone gets so excited as it all start to rise.
Mama, when she'd ride that horse. Buried out in Wilson fields. Mama'd tell me all she thought. Mama'd tell me all how riding feels. . And I thought. Not yet.