BBMak - Back here
Tekst :
Baby set me freefrom this misery
i can t take it no more
since you went away nothing s been the same
don t know what i am living for
here i am so alone
and there s nothing in this world
that i can do
CHORUS :
until you are back here baby
miss you want you need you so
until you re back here baby, yeah
there s a feeling inside i want you to know
you are the on and i can t let you go
so i told you lies and made you cry
baby i was so wrong
girl, now i promise you
my love is true
this is where my heart belongs
cos here i am so alone
and there s nothing in this world
i can do
Repeat CHORUS
and i wonder, are you thinking of me
cos i am thinking of you
and i wonder
are you ever coming back to my life
ocs here i am so alone
and there s nothing in this world
i can do
Repeat CHORUS
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Downhill racers
Hold your breath, dear
This ship is going down
We re all downhill
Running with our timebombs
These shins are cracked and splintered
These lips are crusted shut
These squinting eyes just sting me
These veins are drying me up
All...
This ship is going down
We re all downhill
Running with our timebombs
These shins are cracked and splintered
These lips are crusted shut
These squinting eyes just sting me
These veins are drying me up
All...
Take this bottle
I can wait to love in heaven
I can wait for you
Far away, I ll treat you better
Better than down here
Cuz I done wrong
And I m a little afraid
I ain t too strong
And this ain t easy...
I can wait for you
Far away, I ll treat you better
Better than down here
Cuz I done wrong
And I m a little afraid
I ain t too strong
And this ain t easy...
Warped the wood floors
When we were burning
These stained walls would swell with passion
Our sweat warped the wooden floorboards
You d kick out the nightlight
And let the moon bleed through the window
Draping over naked bodies
We re killing time
Trying to love...
These stained walls would swell with passion
Our sweat warped the wooden floorboards
You d kick out the nightlight
And let the moon bleed through the window
Draping over naked bodies
We re killing time
Trying to love...
Mark Bowen
Love...it s a beginning
A justifiable means to an end
And happiness, that triumphant feeling
Only comes from within
But ...you ll...never make the grade
No you ll never, ever reach that plateau
You re down below
And it s where your soul...
A justifiable means to an end
And happiness, that triumphant feeling
Only comes from within
But ...you ll...never make the grade
No you ll never, ever reach that plateau
You re down below
And it s where your soul...
Adesso tu
nato ai bordi di periferia
dove i tram non vanno avanti più
dove l aria è popolare
è più facile sognare
che guardare in faccia la realtà
quanta gente giovane va via
a cercare più di quel che ha
forse perché i pugni presi
a nessuno li ha mai resi
dove i tram non vanno avanti più
dove l aria è popolare
è più facile sognare
che guardare in faccia la realtà
quanta gente giovane va via
a cercare più di quel che ha
forse perché i pugni presi
a nessuno li ha mai resi