my way back Find my way back home Tonight streetlights and cars Remind me I'm so far, so far, so far and gone When I'm far and gone walking on a city
Übersetzung: Day Of Fire. Far And Gone.
Looking far off into the east And i see my baby comin' she's walking with the village beast I feel a change comin' on and the last part of the day's already
flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin' And
: I touch the fire, and it freezes me I look into it, and it's black Why can't I feel? My skin should crack and peel I want the fire back Now, through
: Buffy: I touch the fire, and it freezes me I look into it, and it's black Why can't I feel? My skin should crack and peel I want the fire back Now,
roads where no-one else would be, My and you and Paul and Sue, How we laughed the time away, And we had a perfect day. I brought along my old guitar, And
spoke and in fury we flew Far beyond the limits of time Disown the borders of life itself Crafted and moulded all in one form Split up and scattered
you are No matter what you do - the pain has gone to far There?s a falling star, please achieve my dream Peace for the world and try and grow your self
you, we just met and I just fucked you... [Prechorus] [Chorus A / Chorus B] [Verse 3] First thing you say, "I'm not fazed, I hang around big stars all day
To dust be returning from dust we begin Bang the drum slowly I'll speak of things holy Above and below me world without end Gone now is the day and gone
the ground And fires burned in the city not far away, the night shone as bright as a long sunny day. The bombs they came closer and for the last time
Another mind gone Yeah Another mind gone Another mind gone Another mind gone Another mind gone Just another mad song I know Another mind gone Another mind gone Another mind gone
snow, fishtailin' the whip. Parkin' lot at Applebee's parked in. And my mom swore up and down that I'd be the next cometh. Them other niggas far from
bled, the holy red, I lived and popped 'em in shreds The millions I made 'em I caught 'em slippin' I rushed 'em quick With Glocks and chest pop drop them
ll get money and pay niggaz to back em So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough And that's as backwards, cuz them niggaz just gone keep coming
the ashtray And he picked up the phone And said Send me a songwriter Who's drifted far from home And make sure that he's hungry And make sure he's alone And
