Ich frag mich manchmal wirklich,ob ich außerirdisch bin.. Warum glotzt ihr nur so komisch,. glaubt ihr wirklich dass ich spinn,. nur weil ich nicht so wie du.
Sittin in a studio makin space jams,. With my space jams on and some ray bans.. No extra tight clothes, I'm a straight man.. Bunch of funny ass niggas, you a straight fan..
Pujo destructor. Pierde corredor. Mi cuerpo escultor oscilando. Puo delator. Largo corredor. Amba direccion delirando. . Santos Inocentes.... Santos Inocentes....
I'm like a plane wreck falling through air.. Ready to crash and burn. But I don't know where. Cause I am skydiving without a parachute. Hey girl It was quater to six and I was smoking marijuana on a Brooklyn Bridge.
Espero que tras de tus ojos. no haya un barranco. con rumbo al infierno. porque voy corriendo. . Que tus manos no guarden. espinas podridas. que escondan alg.
Tu silencio. me corta en pedazos. me quema los huesos. es un balazo. . Si no volteas. mi cuerpo se avienta. buscando respuestas. buscando tu lengua. .
You left me here on your way to paradise. You pulled the rug right out from under my life. I know where you goin' to I knew when you came home last night.
Tie jossain yön ja aamun taitteessa. Valkoiset viivat pitkin asfalttia. En anna itselleni anteeksi. jos mä tyrin ja myöhästyn. . Kun ruoskin rattia, se antautuu.
Well, the trust was broke. 'Cause the words were wrong. And faith is weak. But the wind is strong. . Feather falls. And the horses whine. When the cold wind blows.
Somewhere in the city. Built of iron and steel. Where the water pumps through buildings. Through a turbine wheel. . Somewhere there's a lady. Calling 911.
When it was dark above the ground. Heat from below was all they found. Standing here for all these years. If a statue could shed stone tears. . Why they fight, no one knows.
I can still remember you. Like a wish that won't come true. All the rumors do add up. Do they always?. . Still water does run deep. Your currents pull me through my sleep.
I Can See By Your Gaze I'm Feeling In My Home Port. And I Can Feel This Morning. Thinking Was I Here Or Was I Gone?. And The Walls Do Come Down. Did You Feel This Morning Rise Above The Misty Sandy Floor?.
In the summer sun of 1962. The prettiest eyes were closing. From every picture that I ever knew. It never looked like you were posing. . Norma, smile for the camera.
Mother Earth, a big blue marble. The dancing moon, the falling sun. Shine on and on and on. . Looking down from tall, tall buildings. As endless highways drive me to the oceans.
Standing on a corner fall is in the air. When looking up at people remember not to stare. Seasons in the city. Seasons in the city. . From here to New York or Chicago.
Seany boy. Better get yourself in school. The teachers called to say you're just a fool. . But the end is near in their eyes. And the road seems clear in your skies.
When the water flows down. From her ocean of sadness. Look for me as I drown. In the sea of broken hearts. . Throw me nets, throw me hope. Throw me anything to hold.
Would you catch me if I was falling?. Would you answer if I was calling?. Could you love me with my eyes closed?. 'Cause I saw something and I don't know what to do.
Shotgun alleys with lightning flowers. Under the eyes of fallen statues. Dry blood they've never seen. . Pain is sharper when I suspect. The true love runs looking for us.