Put your head on my shoulder, baby Things can't get any worse Night is getting colder Sometimes life feels like it's a curse I can't carry these sins
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must
I can't breathe and I can't see in front of me And I am feeling lost at see without you And I don't know which way is left and which is right But I will
I'm alone above the atmosphere And no one looking up can find me here 'Cause I can close my eyes and disappear When I climb the stairs to watch the sun
When I'm sampling from your bosom Sometimes I suffer from distractions like Why does God cause things like tornadoes and train wrecks? When I'm swimming
Your songs remind me of swimming Which I forgot when I started to sink Drank further away from the shore And deeper into the drink Sat on the bottom
[Written by Steven Wilson] This song leaks out onto the pavement It could be a joke, it could be a statement The more that I fake it and pretend I don
If music be the food of love, then play on Play on, play on Play on, play on If music be the food of love Then baby, play on, play on Let the heavens
Boring through the mountains bypassing the towns Interstate 90 is a sight to behold But that monument to progress and engineering skill Has covered up
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff And brought
Tell me why you?re crying, my son I know you?re frightened, like everyone Is it the thunder in the distance you fear? Will it help if I stay very near
(konishi/takanami) Translators: andrei cunha Itsu demo ai wa Te-gotae ga nai Futari wa kao mo Miawasezu ni Hohoemu Futari kiri yoru no Shizuka na pool
Do the Wall Street shuffle Hear the money rustle Watch the greenbacks tumble Feel the Sterling crumble You need a yen to make a mark If you wanna
Hey toots, you put the life into living You brought a sigh into sight Ah hon, you make my legs turn to water You bring the stars out at night But
"I'm a clockwork creep And I can't get to sleep They wind me up and let me go And I can't unwind Going out of my mind My time is coming soon you
Down on the casting couch A star is gonna be born A star with the stature of a Harlow Who's doomed And groomed to enrapture All her co-stars, and
It's one thing to know it but another to admit We're the worst band in the world But we don't give a.... If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on the
In the middle of a caravan On a four wheel drive oasis There's a man with a thought in mind To cash in on the desert faces He's got a truckload of
