Chaque jour que la nuit amne. Sur cinq matins beaucoup de peine. Je sors de mon lit. Nu, totalement moi-mme. J'enfile un ordinaire de scne. Des vtements de couleur.
N'y a-t-il au bout des heures. Qu'un jour qui finit. N'y a-t-il au fond des coeurs. Que des souvenirs aigris. Le premier qui rpond oui. J'le fais canard sous la pluie.
Yeah, I can feel it I can feel it.. Use to be so close now I feel like we so distant.. You're telling me it's nothing so I'm hoping that I'm trippin..
yeah, yeah. it started off with a round of applause. cheers to my women who ???. who never been a heartbreaker, got a good mind about it. thought i had that, but i was wrong.. lemme tell ya bout it.
Took a walk in my neighborhood. Two in the morning. By the Skytrain Station. . The streets were full of junkies and homeless. And they all wanted something.
I'm caught up in the jaws of life. What can heal can also tear you up inside. Writing down your own anthem. You don't like the older one. I would stand at attention for less than minimum.
I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend. You could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in. And if you do now want to see me again.
There's a fool in the mirror looking back across the bar. Reflections of a woman who's world just fell apart. Now the life we built together and the golden rings are gone.
Bad ideas, being a don't. Blacking out, silicone. Adrenaline rush, trashy girls. Broken promises, cheap motels. Shotgun weddings, latex. Heavy bass, rough sex.
I would give my soul just to look at you. And everything I know just to see it through. To let all the others fade away. And turn all my darkness into day.
Woke this morning, the war was over. The radio was singing love songs. Saw the smiles upon the soldiers. Coming home across the fields. . The calendar said first of August.
Out across the heavens. When you're sleeping in your bed. Someone turns a light on. Can you feel it burn inside your head?. . Floating out your window.
(Refrain). J'ai oubli le jour et l'nom d'la rue. J'ai oubli mes bagues sur ton piano. Mais jamais j'oublierai comme c'tait beau, comme c'tait chaud. J'va toujours me rappeler qu't'as pas essay d'm'impressionner.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!. I can't stay. Yes I know. You know I. Hate to go. But goodbye. Love was sweet. I was kind. Never mean. So I'll cry just a little cause I love you so.
J'ai oublié le jour et l'nom d'la rue. J'ai oublié mes bagues sur ton piano. Mais jamais j'oublierai comment c'tait beau, comment c'tait chaud. M'as toujours me rappeler qu't'as pas essayé d'm'impressionner.
I saw you in the corner. at the Jane Hotel writing down some poetry on a paper coaster. you were hiding your face under a hood, it was powdering snow, when I asked your name you gave me the look I didn't think I'd know so well today,.
You will always be the one that I adore,. Mean so much to me, but dreams you were before,. Its you Emily that makes me write this song,. Your eyes are open wide but still so much to see,.
Auf der Brücke stand sie ganz allein. . schaute traurig in den Fluß hinein.. Tränen rannen über ihr Gesicht. . so als wenn ihr Herz vor Kummer bricht..
I stumbled on and almost fell across your moosehead-slippers. The other day sometime ago on the radio. They played that song again it still sounds the same.