Testi:
Cornick

A Mannheim, a Londra e in altre citta la luna gioca con l?ombra dell?altra meta, non sta mai da sola l?oscurita. Mi svegliavi la notte dicendo anche

Ya no se como hay que estar, ya no se si hay que esperar, solo pienso en amar, y no quiero explicar. Un paisaje de ellos se dibuja, en el marco de tu

The sky dressed in red by midsummer sunset, lake so tranquil filled with thy scarlet tears Enchantress my queen of nightfall, thy mesmeric gaze will

The busy don't have time for tears I'm so miserable without them It's almost like they are here. I guess I picked the wrong week to start storming out

Shit happens I can't believe the irony slaps me in the face it kills all my expectations and I know the unlikely is likely to happen good or bad

I can hold you all together You won't fall With the troops that we assembled And the bond we forged Though this sketch is getting old now The cracks

Hey, Your eyes don?t look the same Something in the way That you don?t quite meet my gaze So we?ll lie here together Like a picture we ought to frame

It is too bright today... The faceless bodies will spin haunting webs... White displays... Stand tall, begin... Life ends in sweat tonight, closed doors

It's strange that it's you That's doing this Love's a window ledge You're talking me down from it Like you can, like you can Talk it away If I say this