Out Of My Mind
Light a candle
Lay flowers at the door
For those who were left behind
And the ones who've gone before
But here it comes now
Sure as silence follows rain
The taste of you upon my lips
The fingers in my brain
Ever gentle as it kills me where I lay
Who am I to resist?
Who are you to fail?
Got to get you out of my mind
But I can't escape from the feeling
As I try to leave the memory behind
Without you what's left to believe in?
And I could be so sorry
For the way it had to go
But now I feel your presence
In a way I could not know
And I wonder
Do you ever feel the same
In whispering darkness
Do you ever hear my name?
Got to get you out of my mind
But I can't escape from the feeling
As I try to leave the memory behind
Without you, what's left to believe in?
How could you dare
To become so real
When you're just a ghost in me
And I've got to get you out of my mind
But I can't escape from the feeling
As I try to leave the memory behind
Without you, what's left to believe in?
Here in the back of my mind
Deep in the back of my mind
Похожие новости.
Всадник Из Льда
Застыв на ветру У синего льда, Я скоро умру – Уйду навсегда. Я верил тебе, А сейчас, Я верю судьбе – Свет погас, Ведь солнце зашло Для меня навсегда! Я сам погубил – Уже не вернуть. Тебя не хранил И проклят мой
Самолеты Улетают
А самолеты улетают, Тают, тают в облаках! И я в одном из них сжимаюсь, Маюсь, прячу слезы в кулаках. И, между прочим, улыбаюсь, Боюсь, боюсь не улыбнуться. Ведь я же в первый раз пытаюсь Себя заставить не
Can’t Get Used To It
my dear friend i see you grow older without a doubt where you could belong while i try to stand and i`m always just confused my dear friend you move to your girlfriend while i
A Queens Story
Wave to the side of his dome, definition of good ? yo Gangstas don't die, niggas only become immortal Angels no longer fly, they walk right before you In front of you, it's
On Pourrait
On pourrait, marcher sur les toits Les yeux band?s en suivant les goutti?res On pourrait, partir toi et moi N'importe o? dans une bouteille ? la mer On pourrait tout raconter Nos feux les plus