Could I close the door behind me and lock myself outside alone? Could somebody please remind me why this bird still hasn't still flown To a treetop on
Wide-eyed, maybe that's true But most of the time I can see through you You say I'm too sweet for my own good But when your anger let you down,I understood
here, far from here I wish life could be like a song on the radio Everything just peace and love and stuff like that I wish life could be like a song
I sing my song for you you leave me on the low... My only relief from you You never should have happened So goes my song for you I think back... So goes my song
And the last thing I'd recall Her body standing on the stove Sandy wiping her grey eyes I was pleased and frightened To see a grownup woman cry She
The air is still it's five o'clock wet streamers from red walls the rocks are thick with dampened ashes as the morning falls a plastered laugh shrieks
far away from here I wish life could be Like a song on the radio Everything just peace and love and stuff like that I wish life could be like a song
When I?m alone in my room Sometimes I stare at the wall And at the back of my mind I hear my conscious call Telling me I need a boy who?s as sweet as
Übersetzung: Somerville, Amanda. My Song For You.
Übersetzung: Stott, Amanda. Song On The Radio.
Let's go back to my place, Open up a bottle of wine We can move it slow, yeah, I know you like to take your time We'll let Miles Davis play us into the
: Let's go back to my place, Open up a bottle of wine We can move it slow, yeah, I know you like to take your time We'll let Miles Davis play us into
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Ha, ha-ha, ha, ha-ha, ha, ha Could I close the door behind me And lock myself outside alone Could somebody please remind me Why this bird still hasn
