: Black turns beat me bright, turning on the light Today is gonna be the day, you hear some body say We need you right away Tiptoe over the floor
: (Instrumental) (Merci a Classic' pour cettes paroles)
: Instrumental
: Guess who died, last night In grey stockings, in all might It was no loss The only God of mine He fell down, just do drown In a sea of delight To tame
: What is wrong at the end of the day What is really wrong no one dares to say You know you're wrong when there's only one right but what is wrong when
: Over the hill I will be waiting for you I won't pretend that you don't mean nothing to me oh, Come now, oh, come now, come back now, come back
: Go back and forward, but all is melting like the snow Taking all from us, all we thought was left to know On what we treasure falls a dusty snow Taking
: I would know who roars mostly like the beast going out to hunt and then back to feast I consider you, I consider you I consider you From your hill
: Voices in the street, footsteps on the concrete Guess I hear just every sound, on the ground From my window view, I know a color blue That can bite
: Down by the river by the boats Where everybody goes to be alone Where you wont see any rising sun Down to the river we will run When by the water
: Never win and never loose There's nothing much to choose Between right and wrong Nothing lost and nothing gained The thing is quite the same Between
Black turns beat me bright, turning on the light Today is gonna be the day, you hear some body say We need you right away Tiptoe over the floor What
Never win and never loose There's nothing much to choose Between right and wrong Nothing lost and nothing gained The thing is quite the same Between
Down by the river by the boats Where everybody goes to be alone Where you wont see any rising sun Down to the river we will run When by the water
Voices in the street, footsteps on the concrete Guess I hear just every sound, on the ground From my window view, I know a color blue That can bite so
I would know who roars mostly like the beast going out to hunt and then back to feast I consider you, I consider you I consider you From your hill of
What is wrong at the end of the day What is really wrong no one dares to say You know you're wrong when there's only one right but what is wrong when
