Each night I taste the silence
Of the words in my throat
Each day we hide in laughter
When they turn round and float

Do you lie back and think of England
As they shout in your face
Stand up and give them flowers
Mary full of grace

Temper's out of control again
There's an itch in my soul again
If I scratch it I will rest in peace

Each day I'm in the future
Of a net curtaned past
Each day I'm out of pocket
Time didn't last

Each night I wake up smoking
And my eyes start to sting
Wish I could keep them open
When the trees start to sing

Temper's out of control again
There's an itch in my soul again
If I scratch it I will rest in peace

Each night I taste the silence
Of the words in my throat
Each day we hide in laughter
When they turn round and float

Temper's out of control again
There's an itch in my soul again
If I scratch it I will rest in peace
Il tuo voto:
You take him places I can't go
You tell him things I don't know
And even when the bonds hold fast
You make me hate the past

Walking in your footsteps
I used to walk by your side
How could you leave me
On the very edge of suicide
Suicide...

He leaves you traces I can see
He takes the things you gave to me
And even in the coldest place
I'm just an empty space

Walking in your footsteps
I used to walk by your side
How could you leave me
On the very edge of suicide
I'm lost without you
But well I know you go your own way
You never needed me no matter what you say

Walking in your footsteps
I used to walk by your side
How could you leave me
On the very edge of suicide
Suicide...

Walking in your footsteps
I used to walk by your side
How could you leave me
On the very edge of suicide
Suicide?
Il tuo voto:
Into a room
Old curtains broken chains
I walk in through
Dust on the wooden stairs

Stone by the trees
Lost days and faded names
Pain in my throat
No river stays the same

They won't be here anymore
They won't be here anymore

When time was new
Long days and laughing eyes
Walk through the fields
Sunshine and butterflies

A fragile place
Nothing ever stays for long
A foreign land
Take right and make it wrong

They won't be here anymore
They won't be here anymore
Its all lost to the wind
They won't be here anymore

Into a room
Old curtains broken chairs
I walk in through
Dust on the wooden stairs

They won't be here anymore
They won't be here anymore
Its all lost to the wind
They won't be here anymore
Il tuo voto:
Swing low In a dark glass hour
You turn and cower
See it turn to dust
Move on a stone dark night
We take to flight
Snowfall turns to rust

Seam in a fusing mine
Like a nursing rhyme
Fat man starts to fall
Here in a hostile place
I hear your face start to call

And if you think
That I've been losing my way
That's because I'm slightly blinded
And if you think
That I don't make too much sense
That's because I'm broken minded

Don't keep it...
Inside
If you believe it
Don't keep it all inside

Strong words
In a ganges sky
I have to lie
Shadows move in pairs

Ring out from a bruised postcard
In the shooting yard
Looking through the tears
Out of a black slate time
We move in line
But never reach an end

Fall in a long stray town
As the ice comes down
River starts to bend

And if you think
That I've been losing my way
That's because I'm slightly blinded
And if you think
That I don't make too much sense
That's because I'm broken minded

Don't keep it...
Inside
If you believe it
Don't keep it all inside..
Il tuo voto:
You've got to run to me
You've got to hide from me
You've got to look to me
You've got to close your ears

You've got to be like me
You've got to change from me
You've got to smile to me
You've got to cry your tears

Rhyme America
Rhyme America
Rhyme America
America is me (I'm in America)
America is me (I'm in America)

You've got to see through me
You've got to feel for me
You've got to kill for me
You've got to save my life

You've got to sell me
You've got to buy from me
You've got to watch with me
You've got to hide your eyes

Rhyme America
Rhyme America
Rhyme America
America is me (I'm in America)
America is me (I'm in America)
Il tuo voto:
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