Storm picks up valuable things Places mirrors at my feet A wardrobe filled with blood And nasty lies to repeat Well let me give you something 'cause
INTRO "Good evening. This is the intergalactic operator. Can I help you?" "Yes. I'm trying to reach flight commander P.R. Johnson, on Mars, flight 2-
She makes me wait she turns away she pretends she doesn't hear a word I say She's a girl with clouds in her head Her room, the sky she shuts her eyes
Well, here you are Same story all over again You're wondering why You don't even know where you've been Sitting all alone now Those walls keep closing
I turn over the pages I'm ignoring the heartache I'm looking forward to making it out of this emptiness here Can you help me to find my way? Lord I've
I am just like you I wish for more in this life I need so much more Lost all hideaway You were there To save me from everything And everyone I could not
I see your faces Blown through the horned clouds In the silent cities They call me so loud Come through the fire Come through the foam Come at the world
I'm driving out of control You said something, hurt me real bad And I'll drive till I feel better And I'll play my radio, my radio real loud! And I'll
On the bluesiest of days Time is being wished away I close my eyes and think of you Suddenly your light comes through Time doesn't matter anymore Livin
The throwing of your mental clothes wasn't ever your intention The malady within your heart has no cure and prevention There are those who move clouds
We flyin' high above the clouds again Lookin' down from the clouds At them holes that I see Never knowin' to put down your weight Only thing they
ich will stehen doch das ist unmoglich der himmel uber mir magnetisiert mich du willst liegen doch du bist zu leicht du kannst fliegen vielleicht wolken
No Here in the dark escaping this withering soul (My thoughts are growing cold) Here by my side is everything I've ever owned (I've got to go alone)
Mataria por ti Por ti moveria cielo y tierra si pudiera cuanto daria por tenerte a mi lado, sin ti me sentiria acabado. Ya la han visto por ahi... siempre
I found this girl, same age as me Something 'bout her seemed so sweet Thought one day we could both meet And not just chat about what's on TV Met her
I think we need a holiday a week or two in Mexico The two of us we'll leave the fools at home Away from all the heartache and the troubles that we've
See the clouds adrift so far below Ever changing as they come and go; Makes me wonder why I'm up so high When really I am down so low Of all the wonders
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