Drop to zero, drop (It's happening again) I feel boxed in (It's happening again) I'm trapped inside (It's happening again) Feels like the world's closing
You, you were a friend, you were a friend of mine I let you spend the night you see how it was my fault Of course it was mine I'm too hard at work have
Sixty to Zero: She had blue eyes, the colour Of Amarillo skies in summer And when we'd fly Her hair would wrap around me The smell of leather
E come sempre,ritorni te Che cosa resta quando parli con me, e nonostante tutto mi dice no, quando ti guardo le risposte c'e l'ho Tante,troppe le parole
Ciao, dove vai? Tutto bene Mi hai pensato mai? Sai,giusto ieri Ti ho vista, camminavi tra i negozi Quanti ricordi, mi son tornati in mente Guardando i
I was up with the moon, and down with the stars And the party was carrying on (party!) All the girls were outside, kicking sand, sipping on mohitos (ooh
I'm not knocking Your want to carry that home Took it with you When you moved and got it broke Found the pieces We counted them all alone Didn't add
Hey, hey on your marks, get set go to zero Present and correct go to zero North, south, east and west go to zero Nothing is best go to zero I do this
We still sit at separate tables And we sleep at different times And the warm wind in the palm trees Hasn't helped to change our minds It was the lure
We're caught up in a web, you and I Since Crystal came between us The knots of friendship seem to be untied And it hurts me most to cheat and that's
Well, she looked a peach in the dress she made When she was still her mama's little girl And when she walked down the aisle everybody smiled At her innocence
He said I want to grow up And look like Robert Mitchum And I hope that when I'm gone There'll be some say that I miss him He must have been romantic
Six o'clock alarm I get the wake up call Let that sucker jingle-jangle Ring right off the wall I'm too low for zero Too tired to work Tied one on with
You don't pass your time in limbo Or hang out with the crowd Sitting on the stoop like a little girl Who took the wrong road into town But you got that
Well, he could almost taste the money But he was sitting in a den of thieves Looking for the great awakening Trying to find a way to leave But that's
Ooh, you're cruel, ooh, you do Ooh, you do, you do me wrong Ooh, you hurt me, ooh you flirt with Any old face that comes along I won't be your whipping
Hardly warm you're not feeling normal Your pulse is faded, could use first aid Now you private matters need looking after It's way too late, though
amore. E forse partiro per dimenticare per dimenticarti. E forse partiro per dimenticare per dimenticarmi... di te... di te... di te. . . . . . . Per dimenticare, per dimenticarmi... di te... di te... di te