Light up, everybody Join us in this celebration Light up and be happy Sweet, sweet sounds will fill the air Every day's a holiday when your lips meet
Midnight ride Midnight ride I'm gonna get you while you sleep Give you a dream you can keep To yourself little mama gonna make you feel better You know
Lonely feelin's in the city One room flat with crumblin' walls Sirens play a distant melody Neon shadows paint the halls In the thirteen months I've
Lonely child you make it easy You give me love like no one can You're my heart, you keep me movin' It seems you always understand My love, I'm your man
When I think of Lorelei my head turns all around As gentle as a butterfly she moves without a sound I call her on the telephone, she says, "Be there by
mine forever My friend solitude sings my Requiem In his hands a dagger, metal caressing his chest My friend solitude sings my Requiem Nights cover my sorrow in autumnal equinox
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, we can make it happen This is the equinox of the Gods This is the equinox of the Gods This is the equinox of the Gods This is the equinox of the Gods
of the flock, I am gold and god Flesh to thy bone, flow to thy rod With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks Through solstice stubborn to EQUINOX EQUINOX
And the eclipse of light and freedom will be erased And so comes the dawn... ...of the equinox of the gods And so comes the dawn Of the equinox of the
The direction to conduct an angels choir I'm still pleeding to the heinous-eyed cherubim To see this bemired vesture of waste Equinox! You are the force
Un lundi 23 A 23 heures 23 Une nuit d?equinoxe Sous un toit de Paris Mon ombre boxe Je regarde autour de moi Mais t'es ou ? Je te vois pas Mais t'es ou
Meet me on the Equinox Meet me half way When the sun is perched at it's highest peek In the middle of the day Let me give my love to you Let me
To a all setherials, the weaker ones To shatter and kill and make the world fall in the dark Call me insane, make me starve, but you can't make me fight
tangled web we weave from the soul to the lips The time to live is hard in the ticking of the clocks As you and I make love to the equinox
This year is old like a dying father Whose will is out of spite We pile into separate agendas With the songs of defeat Playing in our minds For