Волынки и Web.
Ничего общего! Почти...

Battlefield

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 07.11.2012

I live on a battlefield
Surrounding by the ruins of a love we built
And them destroyed between us
The smoke has cleared
As I stumble through the rubble
I'm dazed, seeing double
And I'm truly mystified

My new home is a shell-hole filled
With tears and muddy water
And bits of broken heart
All around, there is desolation
Scenes of devestation
Of a love been torn apart

I live on a battlefield
Though one where not one
Single drop of blood has spilled
Is no less horryfying
Sweet memories
Of a bygone situation
Lie shattered, torn and battered
And scattered all around

My new home is a shell-hole filled
With tears and muddy water
And bits of broken heart
All around, there is desolation
Scenes of devestation
Of a love been torn apart

Everything that can, has gone wrong
It's gonna take spine to carry on
Like a drownin' woman coming up for air
I'm looking for another survivor
I can't see one anywhere

My new home is a shell-hole filled
With tears and muddy water
And bits of broken heart
All around, there is desolation
Scenes of devestation
Of a love been torn apart

I live on a battlefield, hey
I live on a battlefield, hey
Can't go on, baby
Tears and muddy water
Scattered all around me, babe
I live on a battlefield
I live on a battlefield


Похожие новости.


Lover Please

Lover Please

Lover please please come back Don't take a train comin' down the track Don't please don't please don't leave me don't leave me in memory You would never hold me near you would



Я Сильней

Я Сильней

Я не выстрелю в висок себе, не надо Делать вид, что мир это — ты. Я всё вытерплю, знаешь, Это видимость, как игра. Мы погибнем несчастливыми, о, нет, Непохожа ты на других: Только ты умеешь так



Money Over Bullshit

Money Over Bullshit

[Verse 1: Nas] My niggaz got scarred grills Skully hats and gats be fullys Brrrat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel Rats get their tails snapped and trapped The snitches in the streets and the



Rockstar

Rockstar

(Who the hell you guys think you are Rock Stars or sumthin') Oh yeah! Limousines, champagne Get my clothes custom made I take handfuls of pills Trash my house in the hills Smash up my cars Just to



Бур’яни

Бур’яни

Літо догнивало в бур’янах Думки ліниво рились у смітті Похмілля плазувало по розжарених дахах Ховаючись у нутрощі сходових клітин Колихався хвилями майдан Звалищами стелючись до ніг Затиснуті між ребрами ржавіючих парканів Лопались судини розбухаючих доріг Дихання спітнілої жагти По кутках задушливих осель Пристрастні обійми нерозривних




Нет комментариев

Комментариев нет.

Извините, обсуждение на данный момент закрыто.