he often sees this state And from the deep within myself Splashes the laughter of the child He lives inside me Secret....small...the child The child
Übersetzung: Marc Almond. Secret Child.
(James Taylor) The secret of life Is enjoying the passage of time Any fool can do it There ain't nothin' to it Nobody knows how we got to the top of
tunes And sometimes when I wanted, they would harmonize There was nothing those two couldn't do Embrace me you child, you're a child of mine And I'm
who had come so far How could they know about their son And the miracle he'd become That he held the soul of man In his tiny little hands One child
: Well, my young lady, she lives three houses away she claims that she can hear moaning and screaming to me fuckin' you every night well, let me say
: Well my lady lady, she lives three houses away she claims that she can hear my baby screaming to me "Fuck me Anthony, well Anthony" I want to party
: 1st verse: Well, my landlady, she lives 3 houses away. She claims that she can hear my baby screaming to me "fuck me" every day, when I'm in the hay
I knocked all quietly I entered; a woman sat by the spinning wheel "What brings you here my child", she asked? "Don't you know our lady keeps her secrets
saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennesey Talkin to a nigga on a tight leash Screamin "Fuck the police," as I ride through the night streets Lil' child
the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
air if you dont feel it simply mean seh all this time you neva care and mi child on di man on di messenger of di ?? on di keepa have di secret a di one
away from you (I have faith). Like a lonely child, I will hang on every word. Embrace. Through the mists of time, lovers can be friends. The power of the human heart. The secrets
lost (I was lost) in your love (in your love). I was held by your heart. And no secrets stood between us anymore. I'm like a child (like a child)
: Sweet voices calling wild, echoing around this child Sweet Faith, I'll be joining you, but when my story's over. Do do... Small secrets in the
My body's sweatin' toxins, Of my own demise Only from space, can you see How much earth is burning Smokin' out the innocense inside The child It's
: Won't you rest your ruined head my weary child This would twas not for thee I send you now the promised land Not one breath did you heave stilly born
suicide An inch within the triggers pull again This disease it is your mainstay It wears its wires within me Tender tissues scraped away Of secrets etched