: "Why, why so quiet? Oh my mysterious country singer?" she asked. My life, it's a riot I'm climbing barricades In empty streets at night. When
: I walked around for hours, two ten pence pieces in my hand I was alone and freezing, still trying hard to understand you I left the others knowing
: Riding on this know-how never been here before peculiarly entrusted, possibly that's all is history recorded? does someone have a tape? surely,
streets, on the corners, there's a scent in the air I ask you out and I lead you, I know my way around here there's a bench I remember, and on the way
: All I do is sleep all day, and think of you a memory of the cushion life I'm clinging to the image of a mutual one, our haven the sombre chords
: I'd rather dance with you than talk with you so why don't we just move into the other room there's space for us to shake, and hey, I like this tune
: Summerchild that sits by the water weaving sunlight threads in his hands the golden river that day a shelter a stream where he could make pebbles
days sunless at the end of the year the air is like a knife cutting through you a room in the house is always warm stretched out on the bathroom floor
the paint is coming of I didn't know if you wanted to, when I came to pick you up you didn't even hesitate, and now you and me are on our way I think
it happened again <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> a friend is not a means you utilize to get somewhere somehow didn't notice, friendship is an
circles places look the same, and we're the only difference the wind is in your hair, it's covering my view I'm holding on to you, on a bike we've
spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley fading, oh so quiet but constant 'til it passed over the ridge into the distances written on
: Why, why so quiet oh my mysterious country singer she asked my life (love), it's a riot I am climbing barricades in empty streets at night when I'
Why, why so quiet oh my mysterious country singer she asked my life (love), it's a riot I am climbing barricades in empty streets at night when I'm
in circles places look the same, and we're the only difference the wind is in your hair, it's covering my view I'm holding on to you, on a bike we'
so I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy but there's only one thing on my mind searching boxes underneath the counter on a chance that on
Riding on this know-how never been here before peculiarly entrusted, possibly that's all is history recorded? does someone have a tape? surely, I
but the paint is coming of I didn't know if you wanted to, when I came to pick you up you didn't even hesitate, and now you and me are on our way I