Instrumenty
Ensembles
Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Lostprophets. Can't Stop, Gotta Date With Hate.

Her eyes are open like a book,
her fingers stroke her hair to look.
A moment feels so out of place,
as we're left standing in disgrace.

Paint your fingernails at night, style your hair in the bathroom light
Hatred never looked this good,
whoever thought it could.

I don't wanna wait or leave it up to fakers
I just wanna watch you all night.
Screaming

Andie, you are gone and
Don't you wake me up,
I don't want this dream to...
Andie, you are gone and
Don't you wake me up,
I don't want this dream to end

One kiss those lips could never lie,
but I know something isn't right.
Don't be fooled my friends aside
cos I see nothing in those eyes.
All said and done,
this won't be fun.
Make no mistake,
those smiles are fake.

don't wanna wait or leave it up to fakers
I just wanna watch you all night.
Screaming

Andie, you are gone and
Don't you wake me up,
I don't want this dream to...
Andie, you are gone and
Don't you wake me up,
I don't want this dream to end

But believe me, I know we'll always be moving.
I know we could find a key.

Andie, you are gone and
Don't you wake me up,
I don't want this dream to...
Andie, you are gone and
Don't you wake me up,
I don't want this dream to end

All the times that we suffered this before,
never once did you ever close that door.
All the make-up cannot hide the fact,
that you're gone and you're never coming back.


(Thanks to Sk8manu for these lyrics and to liltinyzoe for these corrections)