countin the towns flashin by, and a night that's full of soul with light in my head, with you in my arms
music when the lights go out
I was born just to kiss your mouth
don’t put your trust in walls, cause they will only crush you when they fall
as green to gold and gold to brown, the leaves will fall to feed the ground and in their falling make no sound
between your blissful kisses, whisper; ’darling, is this love?’
lately, my hands, they don't feel like mine; my eyes've been stung with dust: I'm blind
And the wheel just keeps on turning, the drummer begins to drum
salls
Peel off my skin I don't need anything
with my soul sat down so tight it's like a stone cold tomb
I've lost your ring but, honey, It's just a thing
and if a ten ton truck kills the both of us, to die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
''Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream''
and when my arrow flies straight and true, may it pierce the clouds soar through on through
heard every word you didn’t say
"what good is it to live with nothing left to give, not loving all you see, the streets your walking on, a thousand houses long...''
see me crumble and fall on my face
malmoe
Petrispex i all dess ära
- countin the towns flashin by, and a night that's full of soul with light in my head, with you in my arms
- music when the lights go out
- I was born just to kiss your mouth
- don’t put your trust in walls, cause they will only crush you when they fall
- as green to gold and gold to brown, the leaves will fall to feed the ground and in their falling make no sound
- between your blissful kisses, whisper; ’darling, is this love?’
- lately, my hands, they don't feel like mine; my eyes've been stung with dust: I'm blind
- And the wheel just keeps on turning, the drummer begins to drum
- salls
- Peel off my skin I don't need anything
- with my soul sat down so tight it's like a stone cold tomb
- I've lost your ring but, honey, It's just a thing
- and if a ten ton truck kills the both of us, to die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
- ''Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream''
- and when my arrow flies straight and true, may it pierce the clouds soar through on through
- heard every word you didn’t say
- "what good is it to live with nothing left to give, not loving all you see, the streets your walking on, a thousand houses long...''
- see me crumble and fall on my face
- malmoe
- Petrispex i all dess ära
