First the tide rushes in Plants a kiss on the shore Then rolls out to sea And the sea is very still once more So I rush to your side Like the oncoming
Oh yeah, ah ah ah Is, ah, big dancehall song in know Madzard alongside Kevin Lyttle You know how it is You know how we go You know For the longest while
now i see what i hate now i hate what i see see myself and what i hate now i hate what i see all must cease what a shame why go on What's the Point?
It's 4am and we're sailing away from the port that we call home I feel a pain that I cannot explain a feeling I know all too well Tears won't help
Melody inside my head, memories I cannot shed Music?s a tall strong tree, and with love is the only way to be Pretty people and their pretty things
First the tide rushes in Plants a kiss on the shore Then goes out to sea And the sea is very still once more So I rush to your side Like the oncoming
erosion of the land causes my establishment to fall down to the ground below and i feel so low. i can't escape from you. reconstruction, it's time to
I get deflated thinking about this now but i've got got so far away from where I thought I would be and this town with it's burning air and downpour everyday
Chain down the pain Abstinence remains To hold me down In a tone of desperation It's never gonna be the same It might have been me So caught up in ego
And there's three, count 'em three Children playing on the beach They were eager to learn To be taught and to teach There's Veronica, she's biting her
First the tide rushes in Plants a kiss on the shore Then rolls out to sea And the sea is very still once more So I rush to your side Like the on coming
released on the tour 7" and the Abominable Records compilation ...It Certainly was a Grand Piano How are the nights there? How do you sleep? Cause I
Revive a sense of hope Amids these abandoned dreams Rewrite what it is to feel In hopes it will carry me home Drift in and out The light of morning drags
Aire, en esta linda tarde de verano tu recuerdo es una foto gris, que las horas ban difuminando, que dificil dibujar tus rasgos medio dia despues de partir
Je m'suis fait rouler par la mer un beau matin Elle m'a vendu ses vagues contre tous mes ronds Elle qui n'avait plus la cote C'etait du vent, c'etait