Cold grey sky, I don't stand a chance There's a naked branch out the window and I Feel that bitter chill, makes my heart stand still Something 'bout a
In her house, happy she seems But she's living on memories and dreams How she dearly longs to recover Her life when she was a young mother And every
ich hab heut morgen gesehen wie die sonne aufging, sie war schwarz und dA?ster anzuschauen wo der haA? und die angst vorm versagen regiert, ist es schwer
The jagged lines in these wooden hands Speak of a silent aeon below the depths Of an austere ebon tide For centuries kingdoms have risen Upon the ancient
Frozen streams and vapours gray, cold and waste the landscape lay... Then a hale of wind Hither - whirling, Thither - swirling, Spinn the fog and spinn
Now it's gone, gone, gone, those years have passed away It's gone, gone, gone, there's truth in what I say It's gone, gone, gone, there's nothing more
Tomorrow is Sunday Now there's only one day left to go Till you walk by Below my window The weekends drive me mad Holidays are oh too sad 'Cause you don
Station grey Are you still waiting For the children To tumble away? Walk us through Fields undivided Feel the weightless Return back to you Down in
hiding in shadows, reaching out desperately there's no culture no belief conditioned egos days of pestilence and greed incubating our disease mother,
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I turn inside of myself - look back into my past - into nothing - the best time in life - barely present I wish I could go back - tell that little nice
Well, now that she is gone You won't feel bad for long For maybe just an hour or Just a moment of the day Then blue turns to grey And try as you may
It was just before the moon hung Her weary heavy head in the gallows and the graves of the milky milky cradle His tears have turned to poppies A shimmer
It was Cinco de Mayo Pillow case on his head No more breathing time An ambulance sped Sped 'round every corner Calling out his name Shot a rabbit from
Even grey suits have their day all the promises they made all the bad words you can't say you signed up now fake it you signed up now make it you
Thank you to the people in my life For putting up with me And thank you for the time you sacrificed All on account of me For all the times I didn't say
Cold grey morning without sunlight ghostly mist on the horizon Empty visions of a world gone mad paints a picture so revealing Through my window dark
I'm punch drunk on confusion No accidents, claims, convictions Wait in line for prescription, singing No one stop me Happy in my delusion I don't think