quite proud of you Please, take me to the moon Please don't worry, I'll be coming home soon Please, take us all, take us all to the moon Now is the
Übersetzung: Rühren. Moon.
like his recipe That's why I'm layin' [Chorus:] You are just like my favorite spoon Cause you stir me up I'm as full as a harvest moon Still I need
: It seems as though I've lived my life On the bad side of the moon To stir your dregs in sickness still Without the rustic spoon Common people live
I will hold you gladly Sign for me now, I will love you madly You are my sun and my moon, And the stars are our children yet to be You are the passion That stirs
the blues She's perched like a parrot on his tuxedo shoulder Christ, what's she doing with him she could be dancing with me She stirs the ice in her
what was said Hypnotic vertigo gyrates uncontrolled Dream sleep sorcery stirs me in my bed [Repeat 3 times] The sky again turns red as the sun begins to rise The moon
up to the stars Towns asleep by empty roads Churches rise from crooked roofs Cloaked in darkness nothing stirs Grow smaller darker disappear See the moon
this circle My blood I offer, feed and grow strong Enter my flesh we shall dwell as one The moon eclipsed, darkness enthroned The primal serpent stirs
back and battle my own shadow cus ya'll wack and all that Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky Toss me the chunky, I'm a brew these punkies Stir I
whisper No farewell, nothing spoken Silence fell while hearts were broken No one stirred, was it love? Did we ever know the meaning of the word? Now there's a moon
can run around saturns ring twice. i like my wine white, yeah patron straight, I'll take you to mars and show you i got my own space. stir stir dont shake
believe, oh I believe All things are possible on Christmas Eve Okay, okay It was a night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring
Lets go One, two, three, four} A town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked The night is younger than us Nowhere is anywhere else You keep to yourself, stirring
blues She's perched like a parrot on his tuxedo shoulder Christ, what's she doing with him, she could be dancing with me She stirs the ice in her glass
it is my first I hold it there, so deep inside me 'Til I'm about to burst I speak each word as if it is your name I move my lips... I see the whisper Stir
it is my first I hold it there, so deep inside me 'Til I'm about to burst I speak each word as if it is Your name I move my lips, I see the whisper Stir
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with