Here by the sea and sand Nothing ever goes as planned I just couldn't face going home It was just a drag on my own They finally threw me out My mom got
I can?t believe, that I can be Full of so much hate Another hero dies, the devil lives The people hide their shame Lies were spoken Bonds were broken
Piovono i pensieri e la mente va naufragandomi. T?amo, t?amo? codice o nostalgia? Disorientami! Qual e il tuo senso di noi? Quale abitudine vuoi? La similitudine
Dove in a tree above David and me. ?Just Point and squeeze,? I am whispering. Watch her spin towards the ground. Crimson! But I?ve only hit her wing
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I've been searching desert lands Oh what a place to call home The wind will wash away my traps Oh what a place to call home I'll do everything I can to
I couldn't stand to be in that place I was just about to leave, when I saw your face You were laughing at me with your beautiful mouth You said, 'You'
Le soleil coule sur le plateau. La chair de poule me fait la peau. Tout me chamboule, il fait si beau Et le vent du souvenir vient nous lifter les maux
Green lights and a dark blue sky Bring me back to ?When we didn?t speak? The smell of her bed in your backyard They will open the light at the same time
Every city is a ghost town where I see remnants of us that will never fade because they?ll never see the light. The streets remember our footprints,
A cryptic reminder Three letters beside her July 30 never ends The calmest of voices On the other line Can't comprehend why We hear what we're hearing
so are the days of out lives" it seems like every time i get something going it falls apart right in my hands it seems like every time i get it figured
I hear the ocean breathing in a sigh. The seagulls screaming overhead, just out of site. I see the sun melt slowly in your eyes. Fall into the dirty water
Floating on the water Arms out, waiting here for you to swim with me Destined to discover Something that I can't explain Can you hear me? I am calling
Turn out the lights, but slow In ice-cold cars we're waiting still Waiting for the flow I do my best within the given time Maybe I'll get there within
E piove ormai gia da quattro giorni la sabbia del deserto viene su dal mare la pasticcera ha rimesso su le calze le pieghe del lenzuolo le ha stampate
The road outside where you crashed The changing tide See it from the place you passed from sand to glass Winter weeks of books and jazz Seemed so bleak