As if his mouth might breathe an answer She knows she's getting older, the emptiness controls her And the smoke curls round her fingertips Like question marks
번역: 힐, 댄. 시간이 질문 마크.
As if his mouth might breathe an answer And she knows she's getting older The emptiness controls her And the smoke curls round her fingertips Like question marks
if his mouth might breathe an answer And she knows she's getting older The emptiness controls her And the smoke curls round her fingertips Like question marks
Was is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did He come to save? Did He come at all? And if I dried His feet, with my dirty hair Would He make me
I took her out it was a Friday night I wore cologne to get the feeling right We started making out and she took off my pants But then I turned on the
FOOLED AROUND AND FELL IN LOVE WRITER ELVIN BISHOP I must have been through about a million girls I'd love 'em then I'd leave 'em alone I didn't care
Oh, come on, here it goes He was an underdog, a no threat A NASCAR jockey, a rookie, a wannabe Still wet behind the ears, a red-line revver Just a-jammin
Listen around the world. Compress beats that build. Talk, town, drowns, in the master plan. Reset my world, keepsake forgotten. Reflex of a man, cut off
There's misery in all I hear and see From people on TV After their tea when life begins again They'll be happier than me There are a thousand meals Being
Listen to the world out on the outside pressing in Are you ready on my mark fingers given names And with the last word they ascend On the comfort of their
We're all the same now We're all the same We're all the same now We're all the same In this picture I'm going to try and get an overview In this picture
We got firecrackers and red balloons And a street orchestra that plays a tune Confetti's flying in the air A lot of people are gathered here We got placards
Words and Music by Mark Schultz From the recording: Song Cinema, Track #8. A chapter done Turn the page And separate roads Lead separate ways But as
I catalogue these steps now Decisive and intentioned Precise and patterned Specifically to yours I'm talented at breathing Especially exhaling So that
Oh, and I'm feeling directionless, yes But that's to be expected and I know that best In creeps the morning and another day's lost You've just written
Market Day in Guernica My children played a skipping game On market day in Guernica On market day before they came Before they came to Guernica. I
Baby, oh, my friend, I get high with you Put the blue back in the sky for you Everyday I die a little Everyday I live a lot Everyday I die a little
