There's two arms you could break How low can you descend? Approach the subject kindly You've chosen to defend Those tears are not for real They're falling
THERE'S TWO ARMS YOU COULD BREAK HOW LOW CAN YOU DESCEND APPROACH THE SUBJECT KINDLY YOU'VE CHOSEN TO DEFEND THOSE TEARS ARE NOT FOR REAL THEY'RE FALLING
Übersetzung: Paradise Lost. Year Of Summer.
: THERE'S TWO ARMS YOU COULD BREAK HOW LOW CAN YOU DESCEND APPROACH THE SUBJECT KINDLY YOU'VE CHOSEN TO DEFEND THOSE TEARS ARE NOT FOR REAL THEY'RE FALLING
Paradis perdu [Despite, despite the rain, falling on our summers Despite the grey sky and lightless days Despite all the big dreams we have returned from Like Adam and Eve of the lost
ye may") ("She was killed") [IV. The Darkest Of Winters] [Instrumental] [V. Another World] So far or so it seems All is lost With nothing fulfilled
: It's a case I guess of paradise lost Ten years back on the hands of the clock In that little house on Mansfield On your old block Sometimes the magic
years Of crack, smack, pain and tears City of the dead Gone forever in the meadow of rye Youthful lust beneath the summer sky Her sweetheart died a suicide When he lost
for everybodies mummsies sake, and if i could disappear for years and re-appear, will my natural intuition still be crystal clear, or will i have lost
m down I'm just hanging on the corner I can't help but reminisce 'Cause when you're gone all the colors fade When you're gone no New Year' Day parade
swings don't swing, the parks been dead for years How do you know your last swing weren't the last for God Hard book on freaks, fresh summer peach Creased
Grae] Don't you know that, time waits for no man Not fate, it's all planned I'm blessed just to know you I've loved and I've lost just to hold you
Jean Grae] Don't you know that, time waits for no man Not fate, it's all planned I'm blessed just to know you I've loved and I've lost just to hold you
City of the Dead will clip your wings Youthful lust beneath the summer sky City of the Dead is here to break you Gone forever the meadow of rye When he lost
your essence once At our time when the sunset and I touched you In the slanting room, just south of the past Between your belly and thighs: This was a temporary deceitful paradise. Lost
's right for everybody's mumsy's sake. and if I dissappear for years and reappear would my natural intuition still be crystal clear? Or would I have lost
It's a case I guess of paradise lost Ten years back on the hands of the clock In that little house on Mansfield on your old block Sometimes the magic
