Tradução: Nightwatchers. El insomnio [Radio Edit].
: Slow talkin', the line you're walkin' Look like a viper wearin' silkin' stockings You make 'em guess they'd be gettin' the best Can't help but wonder
s the same thing - oh, you're so right It's the same thing - wanting you [Instrumental break] And tonight, evening's shadows are sure to find me On my nightwatch
: Down in the boondocks Down in the boondocks People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in I love her and she loves me But I don'
: Whenever I call you "Friend" I begin to think I understand Anywhere we are You and I have always been Forever and ever I see myself within your eyes
: Easy driver, she's a wicked rider She's smooth and she's skinny and she's probably mean Easy driver, pull up beside her, roll down the window on this
: Out of my head and delighted, somebody knows how I feel If you ask me to play it, you won't have to say it twice 'Cause I'm goin' to the head of the
: Here's a sweet September morning, there's the sense of Autumn on the rise He steps into the wind and sadly sighs "Why does it always seem to be, there
: From the time that I wake to the time that I rise, she's a lover and so am I But the lady loves her passion more than me When I'm under her spell,
: He came from somewhere back in her long ago The sentimental fool don't see Tryin' hard to recreate What had yet to be created once in her life She
I'm the nightwatchman I make the rounds I'm the nightwatchman I gotta keep my nose to the ground Honey this ain't no job for a man like me I got potential
I'm the night watchman I make the rounds I'm the night watchman I gotta keep my nose to the ground Oh, this ain't no job for a man like me Yeah, I got
s no dignity when you have to live Within the boundaries of a kiss And the nightwatchman, yeah he's asleep Nightwatchman oh, come on tell me what's wrong Nightwatchman
the same thing - oh, you're so right It's the same thing - wanting you (Instrumental break) And tonight, evening's shadows are sure to find me On my nightwatch
At the textile plant, sixteen dead There's a hornet's nest inside my head My daughter's gone, she won't be back Behind chained doors, they burned to black
Sick of the waiting and praying and hoping Sick of the cold whispered dreams and not knowing Sick of the strength that it takes to keep going Sick as
There's a man homeless and hungry There's a wind that's hard and biting There's a song in need of singing There's a fuse in need of light And it's no
On the side of the dirt road, an old Chevy wreck I climbed through the window, I sat in the back I gathered my thoughts with my head in my hands My next