undone And was reflected in the sun And everything was orange And as you disappeared The shadow of death began to run And was reflected in the sun And
And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me
And the sun goes over me [6x] It'd be so kind to see your face in my door It wouldn't have to last very long It'd be so kind to see your face in my door
Übersetzung: The Flaming Lips. Die Sonne.
: And the sun goes over me [6x] It'd be so kind to see your face in my door It wouldn't have to last very long It'd be so kind to see your face in my
And the sun goes over me [6x] It'd be so kind to see your face in my door It wouldn't have to last very long It'd be so kind to see your face in my
smoke with a shotgun kiss Find your lips through the haze With a twist in my glass, baby And you whisper your name Don't worry the sun don't concern me The flame
from painted lips Designed and ready to be sold They say he could not fall of They say he could not fail The wealth and fame would fire his flame Just
tactics But in your clutch and your touch, my armor just collapses Sun's bliss breeds obliviousness So recollect sweet breath still wet on my lips My
: A rose must remain with the sun and the rain Or its lovely promise won't come true To each his own, to each his own And my own is you What good is
crystallised Dark are the paths without return Ash and blood colour my world Ever downward winding steps spiraling to the utmost depths Where the sun
I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest in a bit field of tall grass I lay there in the sun and
Feeling upside down Your heart is beating fast Pumping blood to your head Another day to fight You have a prayer on your lips under the desert sun And
vapors Ember on papers, still scalpin' Y'all piggy backin' snakes Jiggy rap, shinin' like 'Pac, a whole fuckin' album This time, through the flames of triumph Through the flames
The Cremation of Sam McGee The Cremation of Sam McGee (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil
Never seen a sun shine like this Never seen the moon glow like this Never seen the waterfalls like this Never seen the lights off like this Never dug
shadows of doubt on my face A midday sun, it's causing hues Refracting within the still lake I'm the green man The green man Autumn in her flaming
What evil star burns bright my old flame And wilted my rose of Jericho Whose glare killed the prayer last parted from her lips And lit the path to churchyards
