: Les chevaliers Cathares Pleurent doucement, Au bord de l'autoroute Quand le soir descend, Comme une derniere insulte, Comme un dernier tourment, Au
: Oooh, Winchester Cathedral, you're bringin' me down You stood and you watched as my baby left town You coulda done somethin', hey, you didn't try You
: Well, excuse me, but I think you've got my chair. No, that one's not taken, I don't mind If you sit here, I'll be glad to share. Yeah, it's usually
: Jamais on n'a approche d'aussi pres les etoiles Qu'en batissant un jour La premiere cathedrale Alleluia... Jean le tailleur de pierre Est venu a pied
: (Instrumental)
: (feat. Chris Martin) [Verse One] Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper
: [Tipton/Downing] They have blown away the daylight Hours we had Left a leagcy, a deadly aftermath We cannot exist in godforsaken lands As we spiral
: Red chair, fade away, bring back memories. Think of something nice, fragrant lemon trees. I can feel the speaking sky. I don't want to know.
: My old wooden chair In amongst the flames Alone I clear my throat to speak But I cant say a word Not one This girl knew my name On a wooden bridge
: GRINGOIRE E una storia che ha per luogo Parigi nell'anno del Signore Millequattrocentottantadue Storia d'amore e di passione E noi gli artisti
: C'est une histoire qui a pour lieu Paris la belle en l'an de Dieu Mil-quatre-cent-quatre-vingt-deux Histoire d'amour et de desir Nous les artistes
: (Nathan Followill/ Caleb Followill/ Angelo) In your little white wicker chair Unsuspicious nobody cares for you You're so fucked up again You laugh
: I kind of knew that she would be waiting for me in her room With a sick smile she told me not to be a fool Her eyes went hard, staring right into My