forever lost Castles buried by time time and dust Hold a bride so pale and pure Hear the stories of friends I never knew Lost in time Lost in time Yet
god or gods They are the forms of the breaths of dust This is the great ocean of birth and death Kye ma kya ma Oh paradise Never lost and not to be gained
are blue and it's not grey I'll take sunday mondays any every day Sometimes it's fun To just escape and run And leave the troubled world behind So let's get lost
BELIEVE YOUR SHAKY FINGERS WILL CLOSE MY EYES (THINKING) a??HE LOST HIS THREAD OF LIFE BUT HE WON'T WAKE UP IN PARADISE HE WON'T SEE THE ORANGE
Rettke, Paeth, Hunecke-Rizzo] Back in time, lost emotions All your memories fade to grey and dissappear Fading life full of oceans Lost in paradise and
you don't mean to me) Your grievances have left me standing still Under a dark grey sky we come undone (dark grey sky we come undone) And you've lost
As a voice beneath the millpond sings From her past the lost June days are woken And wind across the gorse slopes call Through years, where the darkness
paradise I do not know, Through the joy I never had I'm all alone on my isolated throne Why have you forsaken me? The days outnumbered themselves into the grey
I felt in me - "You're doomed eternally!" [Ref.:] "If you want to lift this curse of yours, Leave your home and walk the distant woods, See (the) Inferno and the Paradise
hearted I've got them old Hawaii blues (Your big blue eyes and dark brown curls dear made skies of grey turn into blue But now you've gone and lost forever
Charity of utmost guilt Fear the blinded temper It has lied it's way to you... While mortals watch the day And light has turned to grey What lies up
I am the one, to which you'll go You are the one, from which I'll run... Fading to grey, the wanton pray You'll find shelter, I'll find none I'll leave
of a weak mind can't conceal or captivate It's lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways Eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days You're lost
can call mine? For years I have waded through bland mediocrity, watched my hopes sink in a mire of negation. Yet why pay the cost for a paradise lost
not grey I'll take sunday mondays any every day Sometimes it's fun To just escape and run And leave the troubled world behind So let's get lost
killa that's born to rise Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You fuck around leave your body in the lost
She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross. I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of
about you So much inside my head I?m so dry I?ve been crying, I am Getting rid of pain I will never forget this day When the colours to grey It?s getting