Teksty:
Faithless Sunday 8 Pm Disc 1

I'm on lonely street age nearly three Recently Mama's crying all the time is it because of me or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed

This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming

I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak

You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day I hang with my people whenever I can. You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue, like a fly on

Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me 'til I'm done Unsung champion, reason, like seasoning Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space

Dido: My love has gone His boots no longer by my door He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go {Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The