The word's on the streets we've found someone new If he looks nothin' like me I'm so happy for you I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the Church
I used to hate the sun Because it shone on everythin' I'd done Made me feel that all that I had done Was overfill the ashtray of my life All my achievements
'There's a light that shines on everythin' and everyone And it shines so bright, brighter even than the sun' That's what Minnie thinks as she walks to
It's six o'clock The birds are singing I'm wide awake Whilst you're still fast asleep I went outside Into your garden The sun was bright and the air
The feel of my arm around your waist The pale blue nightdress that you wore oh oh Your hair in braids, your sailor top The things that I don't see anymore
When you think you're treading water But you're just learning how to drown And a song comes on the radio Telling you that the only way is down You're
We came across the North Sea With our carriers on our knees Wound up in some holdin' camp Somewhere outside Leeds Because we do not care to fight My
Here, comes your bedtime story Mum and Dad have sentenced you to life Don't think twice It's the only reason I'm alive Feel alright, as long as I don'
I took an air-rifle, shot a Magpie to the ground And it died without a sound Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves And no-one saw us but
This is the true story of the weeds, the origin of the species A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed
Just behind the station Before you reach the traffic island A river runs through a concrete channel I took you there once I think it was after the Lead
Give me the city Give me the sea Give to me everything I need The future is shining like a giant metal beast It shines so bright tonight with it's legs
Tercüme: Küspe. Aşk Is Blind.
Tercüme: Küspe. I Yaşam Aşk.
: This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species. A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed
: We came across the North Sea with our carriers on our knees Wound up in some holding camp somewhere outside Leeds. Because we do not care to fight,
: Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs thru' a concrete channel. I took you there once; I think it was after the
: I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound. Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but