: Oh I really love it here! Oh you've thought of it all! Candlelight! coconut ice! and fur on the floor! And I reeely love the way you wear your hair
{Three O one a.m.} Oh I really love it here Oh you've thought of it all Candlelight, coconut ice and fur on the floor I really love the way you wear
Oh I really love it here! Oh you've thought of it all! Candlelight! coconut ice! and fur on the floor! And I reeely love the way you wear your hair And
Übersetzung: The Cure. Zurück.
no return Kiss the wife and kids goodbye for good Come on beat me I'm not a man Don't want to kill me Condemned Use me as a cure for cold I'm burning
a game or an illusion We see the world hunger, not enough to eat We close our eyes, - walking through the lonely streets Strange disease, - there?s nothing, there?s no cure
will feel safe inside The kiss that will burn me Cure me of dreaming I was always returning And my ashes find a way beyond the fog And return to save
be on my own And the income tax collector's got his beady eye on me, No there ain't no cure for acute schizophrenia disease. No there ain't no cure for
heart of this place Door is closed behind me now The Window is sealed to shut out the light Green as the leaves And the cure of the meadow stain Do
and insanity. There was no other cure for my disease. The overdose - I took it ?cause I had to flee, it was nearly a journey that had no return, the
: Down by the docks the talking turned: "As some are striving to survive, the others thrive" (Reaching the realm of no return) "I don't want charity,
Is there a cure for this pain Maybe I should have something to eat But food wont take this emptiness away I'm hungry for you my love Well, I made it
inside The kiss that will burn me Cure me of dreaming I was always returning And my ashes find a way beyond the fog And return to save
now displaced they're easily more safe The worst of it now I can't remember your face Return, return, return, return For a while, with the vertigo cured
A wound - not sore - beyond cure remains Still and silent - painless days Paltriness - Indifference Life does remain quite lukewarm Ecstasies all burn
Was it in the cold of that knife you screwed In the heart of the enduring? 'Cause when you opened that door You knew, well now there'd be no returning