: [Anathema] [Bad Religion cover] When you're one of the few to land on your feet What do you do to make ends meet? Teach Make 'em mad, make 'em sad
Your name will walk the years of shame Your hands, my face, the look, the taste To gaze how fondly on my beautiful face To fold thee in my great arms
I've been feeling like the old man and the sea, You asked me if I was over it, I'll never be, It's all been torn apart, Forty-one false starts
doing I will make the time Chorus I'm the one I'm the one That is what I've become I'm The One I'm the one Verse Heart and mustard seed Faith is
My eyes are searchin' My hips are workin' My lips are waitin' Take me to love. My skin's pulsatin' My body's shakin' My lips are waitin' Take me to love
well doing I will make time I'm the one I am the one That is what I've become I'm the one I am the one Don't let your good be spoken evil of I'
Your name will walk the years of shame Your hands, my face, the look, the taste To gaze how fondly on thy beautiful face To fold thee in my great arms
Tradução: My Dying Bride. Una de las hijas de la Bella.
[Anathema] [Bad Religion cover] When you're one of the few to land on your feet What do you do to make ends meet? Teach Make 'em mad, make 'em sad,
left it be known that this soldier will not rest a day Until he lays in the glamour and the grace of his bride I will not rest one day until my victims
It's a journey, some'll get left behind coz in life you cannot press rewind Get it right. You only have one first chance to make one first impression
inherited the only conflicts of world wars But behold the marriage supper of the lamb and the bridegroom onto his bride Then shall the earth's children know the true expression of ONE
Me and some fly girls chillin' where the bar is Wanna know when y'all gon' stop treasuring garbage? When they gon' get they own and stop minding our biz? When these Bride
Beneath the silver moon Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely I don't want to fight I'm tired of being sorry Eighth and Ocean Drive With all the vampires and their brides
Single girls all hear the call from a crowd at the back wall and when the bouquet flies each one tries to be the best catch and next years bride. Uncle
: on one morning in the month of May when all the birds were singing I saw a lovely maiden stray across the fields at break of day she softly
We're redemmed of the street That used to clinge to the streets Till we saw our thirst wasn't quenched By the scene of the streets [Verse One] Hey, this
