voce e sempre piu lontana, fuori controllo sto perdendo il segnale. Tra polvere di terra e ferro sto ingoiando l'ultimo boccone devo fare attenzione, e arrivata l
e sempre piu lontana, fuori controllo sto perdendo il segnale. Tra polvere di terra e ferro sto ingoiando l'ultimo boccone devo fare attenzione, e arrivata l
When you were young and wise, scratchin your letters in the sand, When your imagination led you all around by the hand, Did you ever wonder what crazy
David, ah, you shouldn't do that And maybe, well as a matter of fact Gotta have responsibilities And try your very best to please The wolves at your back
I walk a mile in my own shoes Crown the king, in the name of the father Let the sermon begin, hail observant again Watchin my mind spin Watchin how time
It would appear that male pattern Baldness has set in His hair, at an alarming pace Running away from his face He's losing his virility And now his masculinity
Ocean breeze, rum on ice, lazy days and party nights Here I am in paradise, I'd rather be in love Golden sun, silver sand, careless touch of a stranger
It's too soon to know if I can forget her My heart's been broken in too many pieces And it's too soon to know Time passes slow, will I ever know If I
Looking at your face it's turning to something I'm thinking of a place I want you to take me I'm on the inside and you can't hide I want you to feel this
Oft hab ich mir so Gedanken g'macht über uns zwei ja die ganze Nacht. Dich hab ich kennt schon von Kindheit auf Du warst mir die Liabste mei Um und
The puppet master understands the need The jury needs to feel the greed And seeds revolve and grow and bleed Daytime sees a newer breed The under life
The dogs are out singing songs Right here is the place to be If you talk with me all night long Tomorrow we might just feel free If you ask me
Hey, you Do you ever cry for the child? Fallin' in love with strangers, feeling incomplete Hey, that's me Some are fly, some are shy Some are actin'
by David Crosby & Craig Doerge keyboards: Craig Doerge Guitar: Larry Carlton Drums: Russell Kunkel Bass: Leland Sklar Percussion: Joe Lala (c
plenty more where that came from I'm tired of the bombs I'm tired of the bullets I'm tired of the crazies on TV I'm the aviator A dream's a dream