mondo in mezze maniche eppure il cielo il cielo e fatto di lire. Eh, eh ! Non c'e tempo per cercare qualcosa di vero e voglio l'amore. Solo in piazza
Made a noise invented a sound When Brian Wilson used it A hit was found If only I could have imagined The square waves running through his head Square
elope with me in private and we?ll set something ablaze A trail for the devil to erase San Francisco?s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play Piazza
It wont be clean and easy There's more to carry than a case or two I come with a history that I wont forget in a life with you This man's been true to
Baby loose that frying pan You don't live to feed that man Nothing's gained through self-denial 'Cos you weren't born to be servile Don't you know you
Whose sticky hands are these? And what is this empty place I could be happily lost but for your face Here stands an empty house That used to be full
Well now everyone says you've got a heart of gold Huh! Yeah it's one of those things being brought and sold Now it's back on the market I've been told
I can't begin to tell you how it feels It's a clear blue sky Out here my heart so full it's fit to burst Just counting the hours Home, such a long way
One of these days I'm waiting on a day When nobody comes to trample my meadow Biding my time There's gonna be a time Might take a while But changes are
Well sugar sweetness Move yourself I gotta go I got a meet to make Fine as it is back there Back up your tin can Pack off your sweet behind Aint got
Have no faith Believe me, don't believe in me I'm gonna let you down You make it so very easy He's waiting for me That's the way I ever want it to be
Is your heart so heavy That it weighs you down So all you have is time Don't turn away We have both seen darker days And there's always a light that
I saw a face, grey as the cold December A face I know, not the one that I remember I wanted to hide but I cant run out on you forever [Milky eyes like
Don't be afraid of the dark my love What would old Hobbs do with this pure heart Where shadows inch like rising damp Their seaweed fingers will us all
1 2 3 4 Although I'm young I got a job to do Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe Call it a business trip Got to hide inside my trench coat and
panchine in Piazza Grande, ma quando ho fame di mercanti come me qui non ce n'e. Dormo sull'erba e ho molti amici intorno a me, gli innamorati in Piazza
This silence is deafening please just talk to me, open & honestly. We sit mouths shut and bleeding, while we swallow every shard of truth. We have to