(M. Modenini) © Le Parc Music La mia idea di borneo la mia suzuki la mia idea di borneo la mia suzuki in borneo i batteristi infiammano i tempi
(feat. Tegan Quin) No, it's not what we meant to say. We don?t really love each other. What happens when the summer?s over? How long before distance
I'll live and die with my wings in the sky And I won't come down no more Higher than a bird I'm flying Crimson skies of ice and fire Borne on wings of
It's a wonderful world And you take and you give And the sun fills the sky In the space where you live It's a day full of dreams It's a dream of a day
Here come the darkest birds To burst the bubble End of a perfect day Head full of trouble Here come the darkest birds All tar and feathers Why did none
I'm having my day My place in the sun I'll grow to resemble The man I've become There'll be time for reflection When I reach that plateau When the war
Benevolent mother Smother the child The benefactors are in denial Hey?..hello neighbour Hey?..hello neighbour, right you are There was a time Not so
a playground of swings Then the malice set in And reduced all the colours to winter So we made it our own This snow borne sorrow And this love that stutters
I kick the sheets Until they rise like mountain ranges at my feet I'm in the dark God only knows the torment writ large upon my heart What wouldn't
Keep you head down Keep you head down While they're firing low You're too young child To know the difference Oh my pretty Oh my sweet girl It's a marvelous
Let me tell you about a friend She contends she will always love me It's this ability to lie and deceive That has lost me completely I could remind
Her skin was darker than ashes And she had something to say Bout being naked to the elements At the end of yet another day And the rain on her back that
sinful youth in overdrive comatose ,but still alive ugly rumours,wind-borne tell of pissings in the wishing well how we lost our way back there surfin
Comme ca m?devore de devoir dire j?ai tort, sors cette idee, cet effort Ta voix m?endort si veneneuse qu?elle soit, seul mon opinion fait loi J?ecoute
Borne on the wind, borne on the wind Between the sunset and the dawn So tenderly your memory Lingers with me on and on Borne on the wind, borne on the
No, it's not what we meant to say. We dona??t really love each other. What happens when the summera??s over? How long before distance becomes a chore?
I'll live and die with my wings in the sky And I won't come down no more Higher than a bird I'm flying Crimson skies of ice and fire Borne on wings
playground of swings Then the malice set in And reduced all The colors to winter So we made it our own This snow borne sorrow And this love That stutters