: (Instrumental)
This song is an instrumental.
(Instrumental)
Übersetzung: Reise. Gespräche.
When I stand before the Lord, I'll be standing alone. This journey is my own. Still I want man's advice, and I need man's approval, but this journey
before the fair When Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there The young and the old, the brave and the bold their journey to fulfill There were jovial conversations
stupid human loon I hate you skinhead oi-boys You fucking Nazi goons Journey to the center of your empty fucking skull You're boring and your conversation
human loon I hate you skinhead oi-boys You fucking Nazi goons Journey to the center of your empty fucking skull You're boring and your conversation
my equal, my wife We be tight like 2 perfectly matching calligraphy lines We don't wanna build our house of earth, water and stone But of wisdom, pure intentions, conversation
you wanna know [x2] [Verse 2:] Ma grandmother always told me, ?Jason, beware of your surroundings ...your friends you're counting on -could also be your drowning.? She said, life is journey
yeah,yeah, There's always cracks. A crack of sunlight, a crack in the mirror, or on your lips. It's the moring on a sunset Friday, when all conversation
keep my conversation. (Staying real is the key for me you see, yeah) Won't steal ya on, 'Long as you stay strong, And keep my conversation. (So take a journey
on our journey There isn't much we have to show Counting the cost in money only Strikes me as funny don't you know' Tongue tied the thread of conversation
you speakin' and I don't reply, homie, don't be surprised You ain't gotta ride for me, I ain't asked you to Take a journey on my own, I would glad to
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah There's all these cracks Crack of sunlight Crack in the mirror on your lips It's the moment of a sunset Friday When our conversations
