No rules for foolish hearts? It only takes a moment to rewrite Every single page, you never know When you feel your eyes lock and engage Changing time
Rock could be so good But we make it all so rubbishy Signal's down and the men are searching this quarter Power's gone and we got no heat and no water
I have news, good news from Notting Hill The consignment of white gold has arrived for Mr. Anderson In the rain, in the fall In the mud, in the hall
Tempers fraying in the Hat and Fan Gets so hot in there even in November Heated words from slicked back hair It's too small a world for some people to
Over the coastline Just like pebbles on a shore Cat in the window Rust and ivy by the door Locked on the outside Pictures take you back again Told him
Today I got up easy, you know I'm not a morning person Never said I was leaving, I wasn't sure until this morning Split screen our apartment where you
Stars above us, cars below us Out on the rooftop, baby Stars above us, cars below us Nothing can touch us, baby Just had to get out of there I'm tired
Soft like wildflowers by rivers and streams Thoughts washing over me like the stuff of my dreams And I see it coming true We'll be soft like you, we'll
Gentle and giving All the rest is treason Whose poor rainbow Whose poor rainbow And then return to the river again To live by the water again Whose
Talking to Moscow in her bedroom Over and over shadows fall low Love feeling flowers in the harbor Sleeping for hours with no father Call in the winter
Take a message, let me know Put on her shoes before she goes Hazel eyes and auburn hair How could she tell it's all for nothing? Far away from what you
Slow down at the castle Things to straighten in her head And she knows it's not a castle But that's what they've always said Shaded by the tower As she
Baby, you're making me want you And baby, you're making me love you We're in the city, city, making me want you We're in the city, city, making me love
Back, further back Janine, just nineteen Joined a pyramid scheme Didn't think it mean To inflate her estate, left it too late Broke her dreams Broke
Get on the floor and look real sexy Saw you and when I saw you I thought this is real, this is real Kissed you and when I kissed you I whispered forever
[paper, the original, in english:] Here she comes, / she's running over the hill / With her friend / in tow. / I know that it feels / that there's no
He's gone He's gone She wears sad jeans torn at the waistband Her pretty face is stained with tears And in her right hand, she clasps a letter I know
On a fog bound morning With my frozen tiger feet All done, so I clocked off early Walked down our street Oh no Oh no Do I really deserve this? Silhouettes
