stares at you for an hour You stare into the light for one last hour in the room So mean and so white I stare at her in this room as she stares into
bright She stares at you for an hour You stare into the light For one last hour in the room So mean and so white I stare at her in this room As she stares
Übersetzung: The Cure. Dieser Morgen.
find the cure for not having you around (sugar) [Marvin:] Oh I've searched far and near ah But the cure just can't be found no no no [Both:] That special cure
give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease' meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'd cure it soon abolish monday mornings
soft...so I'm startin to jack off Cuz I'm so horny...and your lyrics are so corny That they bore me and I woke up too late this morning Or too early...
t deny your fears So let them go and fade into light Give up the fight here Let my eyes take in The beauty that's here That?s left on this earth My ears
: Well it was on this monday morning And the day be calm and fine A harbour grace excursion With the boys who had the time And just before the sailor
Oh, and here comes another There's another spider on his wall... Gotta kill it! Soon to be another creamy spot As he woke up this morning, there was
silence your own heavy breathing When you try ? you wake up alone in your bed It?s time to see what it?s all about There?s one cure and there?s no way
bore me Just get on with it Kill me or cure me I can't handle shit Kill me or cure me I can't handle shit Kill me or cure me
siccness And what it was really meant to be Now what it meant to me It was gangsta, Shit so pure It was sick with no cure, Literally Wasn't no middle
that doesn't matter That's torn and tatteredm, there's angels on the ladder There's laughter strip away the extra plaster I'm crashing fast, it's the morning
a bright morning in 1987 I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for
's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day It's a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay It's a world of laughter hidden by this