Write what you know. Keep the story funny. Have a happy ending. Make the female sexy. Sing it for the people. Hope they sing along. Yeah, they're gonna love it.
True. What the man say is true. All he's been telling you. Vapor trails align at evening time. . We flew. In from the Cote D'Azur. Wearing our shades and sure.
The rain fell hard on the roofs that day. You telephone from far away. I see the ocean from my room. All I could say was "are you coming home soon?". .
It's hard to remember days. Mornings lost in a chronic haze. Breath is fast and the trains are slow. I barely feel it though. All day long I fantasize.
It's hard to remember days. Mornings lost in a chronic haze. Breath is fast and the trains are slow. I barely feel it though. All day long I fantasize.
"The whole of England must be searching for me. Well, sooner or later, they're going to find me.". "Never. Because, you see...they're looking for you, alright. But nobody's looking for me.".
(Going, Going, Gone). Still hooked on cellophane, hangin' round the mall and all.. Each penny numbs the pain, sends you gently for the fall. I followed you last night,.
Les soleils couchants. Revêtent les champs. Les canaux, la ville entière. D'hyacinthe et d'or. Le monde s'endort. Dans une chaude lumière. Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté.
This is the seventh time,. And I've got seven reasons.. And almost everytime,. It ends up with you leaving.. Just give it one more chance,. It's all about the truth..