: I got no means to show identification I got no papers show you what I am You'll have to take me just the way that you find me What's gone is gone and
: Got to get some food I'm so hungry all the time I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop Got to get some sleep I'm so nervous in the night
: It's only water In a stranger's tear Looks are deceptive But distinctions are clear A foreign body And a foreign mind Never welcome In the land of
: It's nice here with a view of the trees Eating with a spoon? They don't give you knives? 'Spect you watch those trees Blowing in the breeze We want
: The streets are lined with camera crews Everywhere he goes is news Today is different Today is not the same Today I make the action Take snapshot into
: September '77 Port Elizabeth weather fine It was business as usual In police room 619 Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla
: Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt Adolf builts a
: I start to melt with your arms, round my waist and your mouth, starts to spell and the words, telling me, to fade i start to fade with her arms, round
I'm sure, then agree to melt the guns melt the guns melt the guns and never more to fire them melt the guns melt the guns melt the guns and never
melt away, melt away (melt away) melt away [melt away] (melt away) Melt away [melt away] (melt away) Melt away [melt away] (melt away) Melt away [melt
MY COLD HEART IS MELTED NOW WRITER HANK WILLIAMS My cold, cold heart is melted now I seek for peace but don't know how I go to bed but only weep My cold
September '77 Port Elizabeth weather fine It was business as usual In police room 619 Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja
My cold, cold heart is melted now I seek for peace but don?t know how I go to bed but only weep My cold, cold heart won?t let me sleep Your lonesome
I'm not a thug, no, no, no, no, I'm not a gangsta But I won't hesitate to cock back, bust and point blank ya Lord thank ya, I'm like that coke and weed
up at my face I get so restless, sleeping on a precipice Dreamt the snow melting the ice (BRIDGE 2) Snow melting the ice away Snow, snow, snow... melting
world and melt with you, yeah I'll stop the world and melt with you I'll stop the world and melt with you, yeah, yeah, yeah Melt with you baby, yeah
There's no gravity up here It's kind of hard to explain Every time I'm holding you It's like backwards rain, yeah You lift me up like a kite on a string
Written by Derek George, John Tirro Every time I'm holding you There's no gravity up here It's kind of hard to explain It's like backwards rain - yeah