Cliquot

A plague in the workhouse
A plague on the poor now
I feed on my drum 'til I'm dead
Yesterday, fever
Tomorrow, St. Peter
I'll feed on my drum until then

What melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?

Set fire the foundation
And burn out the station
You'll never get nothing of mine
The pane of my window
Will flicker and glimmer
Leave only the stitching behind (?)

Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?

I'll sing of the walls of the well
And the house at the top of the hill
I'll sing of the bottles of wine
That we left on our old windowsill
I'll sing of the usual spin
Getting sadder and older, oh love

Похожие новости.

Chill

I gotta make a phonecall to my best friends. I gotta let them know that I'm leaving. Everything behind me and politely I don't wanna hurt their feelings, oh no. I'll need to come

Money And The Ego

Make my house of bricks And I'll stick here when the world Comes crashing down around me Make your arms a willow tree And you can bend with me Any where that I am going Sometimes

En Direct De La Lune

[Couplet 1: Barack Adama] L'Africain d?ter, africain d?ter La hache de guerre s'est d? s'est d?j? d?terre Ouais africain d?ter, c'est rare de voir AD perdre Si vous m'cherchez, attendez vous ? des pertes Pas

The G.O.D.

The G-O-D Aiyyo, check it out...It's God's Son I know I always give you clowns a little lean to come out Cause I drop every two years...but it's over now, you know? Hah [Chorus] The

Dark Side

There's a place that I know It's not pretty there and few have ever gone If I show it to you now Will it make you run away Or will you stay Even if it