Tradução: Dreimalig. Nosotros hacemos música.
Tradução: Dreimalig. Dreimailig buen plan.
: Selfdefense or murder of first degree. Tell me who are you to pass judgement. Raise my hand in anger, a just cause, to pacify the aggressor at all
: There?s many who?ll tell you they?ll give you their love, But when they say ?give? they mean ?take.? They?ll hang ?round just like vultures till push
: I am in exile, a sojourner A citizen of some other place All I?ve seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror But I know, one day we?ll see face to
: We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned; We are demons that hide in the mirror. But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly
: I crewed on a fair golden ship that Went down with the dawn of the world You needed sense in to stop captain to die For our sails had barley unfold
: I drugged my heart with doublespeak And all my misgivings disappear It helps to keep my conscious clean The ends will justify the means And still I
: It's a shame that some must go without, I was no fool to think it might be my problem. Needy hands were reaching out, I kept my spare change and my
: We talk to much. We talk in circles Till we're all spinning 'round Reaching for reach, in this marry go round We seem respent(?) We call it progress
: (Bonus Track) All that I have are questions; So much is veiled in mystery. But you are yourself the answer- The only answer that I need. My brokenness
: It never turned out right With me and you No matter how I try To see it through *We can not salvage it and start again* Feels like trying to catch
: It's coming down These clouds could never save us From such a juggernaut of weight Your dance and jingle cabaret It's coming down The shadow's forming
: All you great men of power you who boast of your feats politicians and entrepreneurs(?) can you safeguard your breath in the night while you sleep
: When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride Then I get to the bottom and I see you again
: Well you know I hardly speak When I do, it's just for you I haven't said a word in weeks Cause they've been keepin' me from you There's a way where
: I woke alone, in a mansion on a hill; Across the room: a red telephone. Mouth was dry, I felt I?d been asleep for years. I turned and I discovered
: I stand on the cliffs with my son next to me This island our prison, our home And everyday we look out at the sea This place is all he's ever known