: And the sun goes over me [6x] It'd be so kind to see your face in my door It wouldn't have to last very long It'd be so kind to see your face in my
undone And was reflected in the sun And everything was orange And as you disappeared The shadow of death began to run And was reflected in the sun And
And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me And the sun goes over me
And the sun goes over me [6x] It'd be so kind to see your face in my door It wouldn't have to last very long It'd be so kind to see your face in my door
Tradução: The Flaming Lips. El Sol.
And the sun goes over me [6x] It'd be so kind to see your face in my door It wouldn't have to last very long It'd be so kind to see your face in my
smoke with a shotgun kiss Find your lips through the haze With a twist in my glass, baby And you whisper your name Don't worry the sun don't concern me The flame
of circumstance I'm up all night in the studios And you're up early on your ranch You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail While the sun is ascending
give me, you give me fever (chorus) Romeo loved Juliet Juliet, she felt the same When he put his arms around her He said Julie baby, you're my flame He gave her fever Sun
tactics But in your clutch and your touch, my armor just collapses Sun's bliss breeds obliviousness So recollect sweet breath still wet on my lips My
upside down Your heart is beating fast Pumping blood to your head Another day to fight You have a prayer on your lips under the desert sun And a
The green man Sol in prime sweet summertime Cast shadows of doubt on my face A midday sun, its caustic hues Refracting within the still lake Autumn in her flaming
meadow in December, icy white and crystalline. But oh my darling always I'll remember when your lips were close to mine, And we saw the Midnight Sun.
: A rose must remain with the sun and the rain Or its lovely promise won't come true To each his own, to each his own And my own is you What good is
: Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. The portrait of the jaded dawn Who had seen it all before. This day wept on my shoulders. Still the
: Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before. This day wept on my shoulders. Still the
crystallised Dark are the paths without return Ash and blood colour my world Ever downward winding steps spiraling to the utmost depths Where the sun
I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest in a bit field of tall grass I lay there in the sun and
