Traduzione: Karis. L'Amas Yo.
When I wake in the morning Of a bad skin day And I can't face my lover On a bad skin day Am I this alone? Volcano has erupted And the ash sails down
When your hand brushed against mine I thought I'd collapse I'm no rolling stone I gather too much moss Maybe it's 'cos I'm getting A little bit older
On the telephone On the message board On the toilet wall Telemarket poll By sign language By a pigeon carriage By pressing red Fastest thumbs in the
Put your sweet fingers A little closer to the keyboard It's hard to read between your lines We were the clock hands at midnight Now you're four whole
Natalie always seem to notice These traces of our lives before this But Natalie always seemed to notice me She said we must leave, uproot, erase this
I've got your blood Under my fingernails It feels like I could Never wash it away Well how about that? I could never do that Well whaddaya know about
He said 'I wanna shine in the eye of Orion But I drove my soul through the Black Hole!' She said 'What a wonderful way to wake me You weren't so nice
She had mixed me With someone she once seen Projected on her screen Now I'm blue tacked above her feet So go lightly don't wake her Let her dream Reflecting
Somewhere in this sea of Club Milks Tea and ashtrays There is a song I'm in the crow's nest with binoculars Just waiting for one to come along I've seen
There is a darkness to these jaded days Maybe it's a seasonal affected disorder Or maybe we're just sad There is photosynthesis We crane our necks for
Cute hoors on every corner They're putting out, putting out And there's many a kerb crawler A boy racer Fine young men with their spoilers spoiled Hail
Chora que a tristeza foge do teu olhar brincando de esquecer saudade vai passar e amor ja vai chegar Entao, canta que a beleza volta pra te encantar
I've been thinking I've been tryin' just to figure how you claim How these things that you're sayin' are even close to a truth I've been thinking I've
Erupted thoracic savies - serum, pus and offal Perspiring ulcerous chancre - splattered on your wall Necro-cellular lesions - the stench of staining
Is this the blessing or the curse? Should I belong to the trend? At least it's a tragedy that will only come once. A choir of men sing sanctuary in faith
Take it all back. Is this the fashion, "Medic" painted on a white dress or is this the formal crowd? Where is the battle? Absent from wealthy minds and
