Sounds from the street Sounds so sweet What's my name? It hurts my brain to think Sounds from the city Sound so pretty Young bands playing Young kids
, how quick they change All lost and long gone now It's hard to remember anything moving at the speed of sound Moving with the speed of sound And yet
, how quick they change All lost and long gone now It's hard to remember any thing Moving at the speed of sound Moving with the speed of sound And yet
Tercüme: Reçel. Sokak From Sesler.
Tercüme: Pearl Jam. Speed Of Sound.
Things are getting just too cozy for me And I see people as they see me Gonna break away and gain control You free your mind You free your soul I was
The distant echo - of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty
Streets I ran this whole town - Backstreets and all I wanted to leave there. But no matter how fast I ran, my feet were glued, I just couldn't move there
No matter where I roam I will come back to my English rose For no bonds can ever tempt me from she I've sailed the seven seas, Flown the whole blue sky
I am a dull and simple lad Cannot tell water from champagne and I have never met the Queen And I wish I could have all he has got - I wish I could be
Why are you frightenedcan't you see that it's you That ain't no ghostit's a reflection of you Why do you turn awayan' keep it out of sight Ohdon't live
Sup up your beer and collect your fags, There's a row going on down near Slough, Get out your mat and pray to the West, I'll get out mine and pray for
Liza Radley - see the girl with long hair See her creeping across summer lawns at midnight And all the people in the town where we live Say "she's not
This is a modern world - This is the modern world What kind of a fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world All my life has
I've got a pocket full of pretty green - I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine - I'm gonna put it in the juke box - It's gonna play all the records in
Your twisted cynicism - makes me feel sick - Your open disgust for 'Idealistic naive' You've given up hope you're jaded and ill The trouble is your thoughts
