A caterpillar crawled to me one day and said "Oh, what the hell goes on inside your swollen head? I don't believe that you can see as much as I Now close
Nostalgie on se ressemble Tu es tendre, moi aussi Nostalgie je pense a elle Je l'appelle dans la nuit Elle vivait la-bas Au pays du froid Ou le vent
Voices heard in fields of green Their joy their calm and luxury Are lost within the wanderings of my mind I'm cutting branches from the trees Shaped by
Voices heard in fields of green Their joy their calm and luxury Are lost within the wanderings of my mind I'm cutting branches from the trees Shaped
I see old spirits rise, in brown eyes a violet smile, a lack of control we failed to take the chance long ago, for a day like this, I would have given
Steam rises through immovable freezing air, Sun fell down to the horizon yet. Dark infinite forests captured by winter greyness, Dark lying down slowly
From the ashes he returns Through the seal of the dark He looks upon the enchanting moon His lips are dry And crave for human blood Through all centuries
I found a picture of you and me from 1989 when we shared the world together happy as teens could be Life's a whirlwind and time's a whore I pick our past
Wait, wait for something, for something. Wait, wait for something, for something. The days come back and I am silent to the memories of my mind. Regret
You want to live the old days repeat the past Want to follow in the footsteps of classic men They look so romantic in old pictures You think you're the
Wish you were here with me in my head and looking through Same window but seeing a different view Dr Winsley he told me I'm unbalanced but that's outrageous
.... One day perhaps we will come back to this country and bring our children to show them you know And what we had to sacrifice to be in that country
am i waiting for nothing at all? hawhee, hawhee, hawhee, oh baby. and what are you saving yourself for? hawhee, hawhee. oh my little one, don't be ashamed
Quiero emborrachar mi corazon Para apagar un loco amor Que mas que amor es un sufrir Y aqui vengo para eso A borrar antiguos besos En los besos de otras
I've got the skin of a shark And I'm gonna make a muscle. Just holding onto filth Of the pornagraphic slut. I've got an ill will And a pair of brass knuckles
This stoy keeps writing itself, pages and chapters of you and I, of things that I wish would have happened, of things that I wish you would say, then
I took a walk with the palm trees As the daylight fell Sangria in a canteen Talking to myself This tattoo on my left hand Is turning purplish blue Daydreams
talk to me and i better not hear a word do me baby i better not feel it girl i still got one bullet left in my nine finna do a lovecrime lovecrime