Tradução: Shadows Fall. Going, Going, Gone.
it up and tear it down It weighs heavy on my soul. TEAR IT OUT!!! How could you let it fall? The strain of the climb leaves you empty!
fall Becoming dull is all I know Resurrection - friend or a foe No feelings - you destroy me HATE We're welcome - we're on this show END Gone too fast
you to your final death Never will you find the peace within what you regret Pity and assumption in the loss you're going to know Leave you in the shadows
Why can't you see what's going on? I know you'd never admit You would ever be to blame Everything's a game to you The old days are gone And they'
We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey We thought our very hearts would up and melt away From that snow in the night time Just going And going
old junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street. The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks." People hurried by, gray shadows on
's where I'm going Got to believe me, that's where I am going Blue sky That's where I'm going Blue sky That's where I'm going
to breathe Falling My world?s up and I?m almost Falling My hands over my shoulders Falling
And easy as a hundred years of solitude PRECHORUS CHORUS The night so lonely A heart so black so blue I know the morning can only Reveal the shadows of you I was going
up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they said, "Johnny, it falls apart
all wrong It's here and it's gone Time marches on I will be strong Read in between the lines I hear you call Shadows seem to hypnotize As nighttime falls
boots the hand of doom is planning your roots wall of sleep is drawing on beneath the shadows, your fear is gone tell me, am I going insane? people am I going
Tonight Strung out Like a hazy web of lights Until the dawn And the rain Is falling all along The Rieperbahn And you're gone Ain't it strange
shadow Offering me your hands No more time, no more fear Now everything is so clear No more anguish, I'm no more alone The last drop falls, everything's gone
I'm never going to be what you want to see always got to be me and free right or wrong you'll be gone Well I've heard it all before and I'm tired of
addicted. Another scar that'll never heal. Another car crash I can't feel. I keep going down, I can't turn around Thinking maybe that I'm too far gone
And my colouring pastels Johnathan Swift-ly writing His Gulliver's Travels At the Bliss brewery, Guzzle a bubbling glass full Went under my chateau, Where I hung up my shadow