It's so nice on the seventh floor I'm taking you there ? ? ? ? I get scared I can't touch the ground But I feel safe when my friends come round Ever
Since I was a child I could read the tides by the colours of the clouds When I grew I left in the spring and took only my piano and some gin But when
the piano as a melody My terrible fear of dying, no longer plays with me For now I know that I'm needed for the symphony I associate love with red The colour
'll be better Until the kindling is tinder dry We can be quiet As we walk down To see the graveyard Where they are now I wonder how They brought their piano
connot destroy the nest It is merely a new chapter of this dream Shinning Brightly does not quell the flame It mearly adds to the symphony of colour That
conversation Concocted rumours by out of tuners Are the must in lovers' concerto As long as we know at the piano We're serving meat with our
the way she looked The way she'd act and the colour of her hair Her voice was soft and cool Her eyes were clear and bright But she's not there ------ electric piano
I wish you freedom and forgiveness And a time that is your own Blue is the colour, mine's the moment Brown eyes are gone Blue is the colour, mine's the
Chasing cars, hit and run They try their hardest To stand out in the crowd, talking loud Neon girls carrousels Show off their colours For some local
can't forget that face, and I will, I will go back to that place She stands before my eyes, right before my eyes I can see the colours are coming one
Damn this poison tonight.. I?m still not feeling alright.. Hair stand on ends and um my stomach turns eyes closed and my skin is too tight.. and i got
ta wo ba xiao rong gei le ni kuan rong gei le ta wo ba si nian gei le ni shi jian gei le ta wo ba yan lei gei le ni ze ren gei le ta wo ba zhao pian
dong yi dong fang zi ni sha xiao de biao qing you na me cheng shi shuo you de xin ren shi chong na yi ke kai shi ni gei wo yi ge dao na pian tian kong
) STOP! Come on! That was the harpsichord Nowadays most people seem to prefer The television or radio to the harpsichord But you still hear the piano
too soon you'd woo me with your lovesong you'd tempt me with your eyes you'd send me reeling high above into orange coloured skies you'd play on your piano
be better Until the kindling Is tinder dry We can be quiet As we walk down To see the graveyard Where they are now I wonder how They brought their piano
He plays piano in a jazz band And I love him for the man that he could be I asked him, if I let you, would you play me Then delighted as he tickled every
piano, as a melody. My terrible fear of dying No longer plays with me, for now I know that I'm needed For the symphony. I associate love with red, The colour
