{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor}. . Here I sit so silently, I wait by your opening door. May flit, may fly, may not understand why,. I fear, when I hear you are near me.
Traditional. . Danny Boy, the pipes the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountain side. The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying.
Hazel O`Connor. . Put on your face, put on your clothes. Going out dancing, pose, pose. Wind our bodies round and round. Move to the rhythm of the fare rave sounds.
It's written like the ink stains on my skin. The good book will tell that I have sinned. Well, I'm past that point of no return. So I hope that I don't burn, no.
Hazel O`Connor. . Daylight, slowly creeping through the crack in the curtains. and it suddenly reminded me I didn't sleep allnight.. It's just the thought of you I'll swear,.
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor}. . Ah come on. Let's go. . Let's all play mums and dads, come on. Where do babies come from, mum?. Shut up you naughty boy.
So now that you're lying face down in the concrete. It seems to me that, you didn't understand these streets. No respect for me. Well you should think before you speak.
Here's the doorway. We could say goodnight or goodbye. There's a chill in the air makes me feel. Like you just didn't care. . I wonder why?. Inside warm memories, a fire has burned so bright.
As I lay blood soaked on this bed. I recite these prayers that have helped me out. Through many hard nights. Will I die by knife or will I be alright.
Oh, I bet you never seen it coming. I see them running all too scared. 'Cause I am there, gun in hand. Hands up, everybody get 'em up. Hands up 'cause I don't give a fuck.
David Evans - Paul David Hewson. . I'm tired so tired I can hardly stand. Can't breath in this city tonight. It's taken everything I have to give. And now just gotta get out of here.
I'm so sorry. I've been impossible I know. So used to bein' on my own. Livin' so reckless. Tell me what you want me to do. I know you want the best for me and you.
There you are, waiting at the station. Searching frantically the place where you belong. Gave you a map that showed you your direction. A shadow tore it up and told you it was wrong.
I don't remember much today. My memories of you are so vague. But I will say, I feel you watching over me now. I hope that I've made you proud. . 'Cause I remember how you cared for me.
Well, I saw your face in a photograph. I cried so much, I nearly laughed. You never really had the chance. To question why did you live some to cry some and die?.
We are startin' somethin'. We won't back down not for nothin'. We rappin' from the east to the West Coast. We rappin' from the east to the West Coast.
Well, I saw your face in a photograph. I cried so much, I nearly laughed. You never really had the chance. To question why did you live some to cry some and die?.
I've been to many places, I've seen many faces. Soft and hard, battle scarred, I've seen prison bars. Not for long, but long enough to write this song.
Hazel O`Connor. . You just stand here, I look through you. As though you're not there, cause what you care. You will never get to know me now. I have found I've gone off your anyhow.
I've been to many places. I've seen many faces. Soft and hard, battle-scarred. I've seen prison bars. Not for long, but long enough to write this song.