the naked truth and this is the light And there's only one place left to go Auberge, Auberge, Auberge, Auberge Auberge, Auberge, Auberge, Auberge Auberge, Auberge, Auberge
swear this body's got a mind of its own This is the naked truth This is the light There's only one place left to go Auberge You meet a silent type On
swear this body's got a mind of its own This is the naked truth This is the light There's only one place left to go Auberge You meet a silent type
Tradução: Rea, Chris. Hostal.
I swear this body's got a mind of its own This is the naked truth This is the light There's only one place left to go Auberge You meet a silent type
I do not sleep tonight I might not ever The sins of the past have come See how they sit down together Outside my window Outside my door And I know the
Every second counts That's what he says Every second counts Every single day All through the night time All through the day time Can't let your world
I'm going fishing I got me a line Nothin' I do's gonna' make the difference So I'm taking the time And you ain't never gonna' be happy Anyhow, anyway
I see a turning wheel On a dusty track Caught in the void and empty space In between there and back And the paradise of going somewhere That's still
Look deep into the April face A change has clearly taken place Looking for the summer The eyes take on a certain gaze And leave behind the springtime
I was born a beggar With the garbage round my feet The devil lived in every hole And every corner of the street When mistery is all there is You got
road And me I'm always looking down Down that road out of town Each morning and night You can see me I'm singing set me free Set me free Goodnight Auberge
Time goes by and every single tear It must have well run dry And the lonely nights Become a strange accepted way And the years go past Just like the
It's a cold, cold feeling On a real lazy wind That blows all the way trough you And the autumn begins How it cuts like a sabre How it chills to the
Sing a song of love to me As the shadows start to grow And I won't be sad and lonely Anymore 'Cos if you sing a song of love to me I will always find
You can feel your nerve endings They've been dead before today You can feel them rising Feel them rising all the way You've got grease on your fingers
