to spell, what only the wind can explain It's colder than ever, coming down Coming down, coming down, coming down Coming down, coming down, coming down, coming down
should be Holding you close Through nights of winter rain I'm trying to spell What only the wind can explain It's colder than ever Coming down
Übersetzung: Gray, David. Coming Down.
Sicc like Norman Bates, I'm murdering like a motherfuck Wit a gun in one hand a 40 in the other one fool up and down the trunk Like Jimmy Jones, David
a coal mine But women come and go And I'll be here till the bitter end, pop, I'm just lettin' you know I never understood temptation I guess we both got a little David
our last stroll down the beach TOGETHER with seagulls screeching overhead and waves crashing and thrashing towards the shore my eyes well-up and tears stream down
things you used to tell me Make me feel so sure Now i don't know what's wrong or what's right anymore Gave you my ring and you smile to receive it Down
these ashes Like a bird of flame Step out of the shadow We've gotta go where we can shine For all that we struggle For all we pretend It don't come down
my ear it sounds like music for me And there's no needle in my arm But I feel so high No I won't ever come down But I'm walking through the sunlight
? Moving in and out of consciousness/subconsciousness David - I remember What I already knew earth eye of destiny coming to an end? I M P U R
the things you used to tell me Made me feel so sure Now I don't know what's wrong Or what's right anymore Hate in me brain You smile to deceive it Down
want is you So I wish and I wish and I pray now To see you coming honey With that sunny sky Every night when I go out Get drunk 'til I fall down Burry
killer, kiss my pinkie ring, come kiss it Sit in fun seats, shiny skirts, big dice on the dash Flamin? all lost with David Lynch, highbeams flash The
laid low It's been turned down, cheated upon Made a fool of now and then But every time a little more loves comes knockin' It's back up grinnin' again Back up grinnin' again Down
door Sicc like Norman Bates, I'm murdering like a motherfuck Wit a gun in one hand a 40 in the other one fool up and down the trunk Like Jimmy Jones, David
mercy a killer, kiss my pinkie ring, come kiss it Sit in fun seats, shiny skirts, big dice on the dash Flamin all lost with David Lynch, highbeams flash