Quiet Ballad Of Ed
In shadow there lies hope
Cut tension with a knife
I find it hard to cope
Stop playing with my life
You analyse my fears
Analyse my dreams
Choke on burning tears
Through my silent screams
Things aren’t what they seem
Tell a hundred craftsmen to work on me
Tell this army of angels to make me breathe
Open doors just to take away the key
I’ll let you all see that I’m doing better
Watch me fall
As I stumble at your feet
Always losing in this game
Your lies cut me deep
And you don’t even know my name
With your consistency
To always make me crawl
And my durability
Not affected at all
Still things aren’t what they seem
Tell a hundred craftsmen to work on me
Tell this army of angels to make me breathe
Open doors just to take away the key
I’ll let you all see that I’m doing better
Feel the pain
On my brain
Feel the strain
As I start to decay
Feel the strain
Every passing day
Feel the pain
As I start to decay
Tell a hundred craftsmen to work on me
Tell this army of angels to make me breathe
Open doors just to take away the key
I’ll let you all see that I’m doing better
Похожие новости.
Thank You
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be lovin' you. When mountains crumble to the sea, There will still be you and me. Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing
Пил-курил
Стихи и музыка: А. Васильев Разломан на осколки разбит на лоскуты Не пью и не курю до наступленья темноты Лучше бы пил и курил. Мой друг не пьёт и не курит Лучше бы пил
Струм
Хочеться більшого, глибшого, вищого. Може щирішого, а може незвичного. Вдома лукава (вдома лукава) Мене не отравить. Сон на розправу (сон на розправу) Гарячої кави. Хочу мінятись я і чимось займатися. І прокидатися від єха овації. Щось мене кличе
The Last Thing You Should Do
What have you been doing to yourself What have you been doing to yourself What have you been doing to yourself It's the last thing you should do-oh-oh-oh-oh Nobody laughs any more Nobody laughs any
Небеса
Небеса, небеса – дате силы бродяге, Небеса, небеса - я еще не устал. Я еще поживу в этой вечной бодяге, Где упрямая ложь грубо правит свой бал. Я еще поживу в этой вечной бодяге, Где