I remember the Night That sight's still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the mind
Es ist krieg und es fuhlt sich gut an Wir haben viel geredet und doch ist alles vergessen Du willst nicht verstehen, horst nicht zu Gewalt ist vielleicht
Erstick? im sud deiner gier nach dem vergnugen Gekauftes gluck fur den moment Befreit dich von einem alltag Und es wird kein morgen geben Fur uns
Kennst du das gefuhl dass dir etwas genommen wird? Dinge die dir wichtig waren weil nur du sie kennst Das gefuhl, dass deine kleine weld zerbricht,
Blut fliesst langsam uber deine arme und du hoffst, der fluss wurde dich von deinen problemen weg tragen Du hast keine lust, verantwortung zu ubernehmen
n'voient rien Si le bonheur existe C'est une A©preuve d'artiste CA©zanne le sait bien Quand CA©zanne peint CA©zanne peint...
qui n'voient rien Si le bonheur existe C'est une A©preuve d'artiste CA©zanne le sait bien Quand CA©zanne peint CA©zanne peint...
I remember the Night That sight's still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the
I ain't got time for make believin' My time is short, but I'm here to stay No politics will cure the grievin' So I choose my life, but I choose it my
Every night that goes between I feel a little less As you slowly go away from me This is only another test Every night you do not come Your softness
You look at me with those brown eyes What do you want to do? Do you have to have me The way that I want you, I want you? When you look at me with those
Honey, honey, honey Who could be sweeter than you Honey, honey, honey Bitter sweet, but what can I do Lord, it's good to talk to you Even sweeter than
Go and do what you want I know that you have the need But you know that I'll wait as long as it takes And you'll never make me, you'll never make me You
Written by lindsey buckingham. It's not that funny is it When you don't know what it is But you can't get enough of it If's not that funny is it? Don
Could you ever need me And would you know how, yeah Don't waste our time Tell me now All you have to do Is speak out my name, yeah And I would come running
Written by lindsey buckingham Don't know why I have to work Don't know why I can't play Turn me off turn me out But don't turn me away Save me a place
