Волынки и Web.
Ничего общего! Почти...

Dream

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 28.08.2012

Do me a favor
And tell me what you think about me
Tell me how you want this to be
Go out on a limb and just dream

Paint a picture
Choose your colors extra wise
Especially what you put on my mind
Imagine what it be like to touch the sky, yeah, yeah

Whoa oh, your thoughts are gonna pick me up
Do you know it's good to feel too much

Whoa, you got my head in the clouds
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud
The more you dream about me the more that I believe
That nothing's ever out of reach
So dream, dream, dream

I breathe your visions
They pull me through the coldest of nights
They steer me towards that moment in time
When you show me what it means for you to be mine, yeah
Whoa oh, oh you're giving me the will to try
Do you know that there's happy in these eyes

Whoa, you got my head in the clouds
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud
The more you dream about me the more that I believe
That nothing's ever out of reach
So dream, dream, dream

It's like my birthday
Every time you look at me
It's like the best thing
Every time that you dream, yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoa oh, your thoughts are gonna pick me up
Do you know it's good to feel too much

Whoa , you got my head in the clouds
Whoa, you got me thinking out loud
The more you dream about me the more that I believe
That nothing's ever out of reach
So dream, dream, dream , dream

The more you dream about me the more that I believe
That nothing's ever out of reach
So dream, dream, dream,
Dream


Похожие новости.


Ярким Пламенем

Ярким Пламенем

Тянется рука к телефону Хочется нарушить все запреты и законы И длинные гудки как затишье перед бурей Сказать все Простить все И не забыть, что солнце - это ты Ярким-ярким



Скандал

Скандал

Тебе всё надоело, собираешь монатки Закрываешь окно и бежишь без оглядки В те края, где давно ожидает награда Запах южной и грозы и лоза винограда. Это - скандал, нервы на взводе Лето-вокзал, поезд уходит. Море встретит



Act Of God

Act Of God

Thursty murder is befitted to god The creator of universe has the right to kill all Trample the mankind as worms Oh I feel this spiritual need Soe people see loving father in him Non



Територія

Територія

Це моя територія, це моя історія, Мого життя теорія, світ живу в якому я. Моя територія - чужа фобія, Світ живу в якому я. Якщо хтось запитається: де моя домівка, Де те місце з якого



If You Had Called Yesterday

If You Had Called Yesterday

I’ll admit it got to me Hearing your voice on the machine It took all I had to just let you talk And not pick up where we left off Every night since your




Нет комментариев

Комментариев нет.

Извините, обсуждение на данный момент закрыто.