: Burnin' down the manger Cause my Lords a stranger Beatles are bigger than Jesus Til' the end of time We will be alive We know more now Than we did
Burning down the manger 'Cause my Lord's a stranger Beatles are bigger than Jesus 'Til the end of time we will be alive We know more now than we did
Burnin' down the manger Cause my Lords a stranger Beatles are bigger than Jesus Til' the end of time We will be alive We know more now Than we did then
: Io continuero a camminare sola seguendo i miei passi con un solo grido in golan io continuero a respirare piano di notte quando sfiori la mia mano
: vieni con me io ti aspetto e tu vieni con me con me (2V) Se la musica ti ha preso gia e non puoi piu fare a meno di lei senza una maschera ti piacera
Io continuero a camminare sola seguendo i miei passi con un solo grido in golan io continuero a respirare piano di notte quando sfiori la mia mano perche
vieni con me io ti aspetto e tu vieni con me con me (2V) Se la musica ti ha preso gia e non puoi piu fare a meno di lei senza una maschera ti piacera
Prima di arrivare qui ti ho aspettata.In ogni stanza in cui sono stato. Ti ho lasciato in dono il meglio di me,Strappandomi di dosso anche la pelle.
As if catching a wave, Only to sink down In hope of no Floor on the way. As if in one refined click A fate would be sealed Without a single hint of a
Ordered To design and build from sand And stone a maze That would be fine and oh, prime. A maze that would meet The demand; Demand of make disappear.
Will work and try To heal myself Will repair and weld Together the pieces Will quench and drown And fires i have lit Will free the birds I have caged
What are those fangs in your flesh? Why are those teeth of fear Gnawing in? What are those words that you Wouldn't hurt a fly? Like the promise of
I know As well as My own name They will never Tire Our shallow Enemies Of forging new villains Man, made of mud In his master's house Where hands of
To escape With the rays of the sun And the mist of cold Climb into one Last view Of a garden Dressed winter's cleanest White Would it ring true Here
The feeling Could almost be worn As easily As wearing a suit. Have become Blind in the search for light. Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams
