Give And Take
(Jon Anderson, Steve Howe, Jonathan Elias)
This is a right
total opposition
I believe in you
can't you hear me
it doesn't change
how we hurt each other
when the road gets rough
can't you hear me
Too much riding on the rhythm
too much gliding by the range
you know all the indications
don't be afraid, afraid of letting go
Just give & take
give what you have
I'll give it all to you
Give & take
I've made up my mind
we've just got to see it through
make me the reason
your answer to love
as another day goes by
think about, think about it
some things just happen for love (x2)
some things just happen
Make the rhythm
don't break the energy
it's never too late
to make a turnaround
you've got to move
in all directions
I believe in you
what we're going though
I know you're so complicated
I know always making time
I see it takes you to the very edge
don't be afraid, afraid of letting go
(chorus)
Too much riding on the rhythm
too much gliding by the range
too much takes you to the very edge
don't be afraid, afraid of letting go
Just give & take
give what you have
I'll give it all to you
give & take
don't be afraid to let go
of the silence that hits you
just give & take
get what you can
it's all that you can do
Just give & take
don't take too much
give & take
you gotta talk, talk, talk
reason to talk, talk, talk
get up, talk, talk, talk
out your system
talk, talk, talk
get out your system
talk, talk, talk
Give and take...
Похожие новости.
Искры Камина
1. Искры в камине горят как рубины В даль улетая дымком голубым Из молодого цветущего юного Стал я угрюмым, больным и седым 2. Жизнь пролетела в весельях развратах Жизнь пронеслась сквозь угары пиров И только под
Брехня
Не бреши, будь ласка, не бреши. Не бреши мені. Не бреши мені, Я один із тих, хто побачив сенс Виправдати все і впав до брехні, Але більше ні! Не бреши мені... Не жалій себе, бо сказавши
Hong Kong Blues
It's the story of a very unfortunate coloured man Who got arrested down in old Hong Kong He got twenty years' privilege taken away from him When he kicked old Buddha's gong And now
Родина
Меня давит мой патриотизм Я вижу талый черный снег А в нем торчат красные глаза И просят только смерти О том мечтал давно и Я Но спас меня патриотизм И Я день ото дня Все разжигал свой
Будуймо Храм
Порозкидала нас недоля По всіх широтах і світах, Ламала, гнула нас неволя, Немов билину на вітрах. Не всі вернулися додому, Лишились там, на чужині, В сльозах втопили горе й втому, Літа - змарновані й сумнi. Приспів: Будуймо храм, духовний