Fences in a row, fences in a row Why are they protecting in Rome? If only the necessary silhouette Unknown join a dis, dis, dissident Carried away, hide
If I could paint pictures I'd paint one for you A picture portraying the love we once knew Then a tear would reveal the sorrow in me As I painted white
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I saw you there like a fire in the sky Then all I knew of you was gone Except your music that I know will never die Going on and on, going on and on
One more song for the broken hearted A dream so true that soon departed and was cast aside to yellow and dry up All the people you were up above That
Following the silent hedges Needing some other kind of madness Looking into purple eyes Sadness at the corners Works of art with a minimum of steel Pure
You haven't said a single word to me this morning Still upset about the fight we had last night Well life's to short for silence in the hallway Darling
Antes de que te vallas dejame mirar Una vez mas ese rostro que nunca he de olvidar Me dices sinceramente que me has dejado de amar Descuida yo bien comprendo
I'm sitting in a room made up of only big white walls And in the hall, there are people looking through The window in the door They know exactly what
Our guardian star lost all its glow The day that I lost you It lost all its glitter the day you said, no And its gray sky's turned blue Like him I am
While they dance, how she holds him Pulls him close and loves him so While he dreams of another And counts the days until he lets her go Same old story
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From a phone booth in Cheyenne I made a promise to Diane No more rodeos I'd gone my last go 'round The same promise that I made In San Antone and Santa
January's always bitter But Lord, this one beats all The wind ain't quite for weeks now And the drifts are ten feet tall I've been all night drivin'
[Words: P. Murphy / Music: Bauhaus] Following the silent hedges Needing some other kind of madness Looking into purple eyes Sadness at the corners
This drone you sound alarmingly meek Is inside my head and plummets my bed It rallies and summons me in my sleep The sun is groggy and upon your plate