me see Don't close your eyes, cause you know it would kill me Oh, I see the sky, in your eyes Oh, a beautiful sky, down deep in your eyes
see Don't close your eyes, cause you know if would kill me Oh,I see the sky, in your eyes Oh ,a beautiful sky, down deep in your eyes
war. the flesh of the wicked rot while they are standing on their feet their eyes rot in their sockets; stench of burnies meat. glaring lightning flashs tear
lake, the young man mounts his stallion.] [Riding with the speed of the winds high in the sky, he all of a sudden sees] [the sun reflected in a lake.
no joy in your eyes but a lake full of tears You're cursing the day when your father changed his way.. Brights the moonlight in your eyes full of darkness
re gonna hit ya to tear you down to a place you've never seen Late night you party until it's light While pointing at the sky Wash your hands in the lake
sensations of passionate desires Drink from the lake where the lonely Diana Moistens the earth with her mourning tears Waters of pernicious tears Drown
But the chances of escaping my heart are inadaquate, and when all is said and done I'm left with my history Goodbye, my eyes shed heavy tears One for
on his face, bright tear in his eyes In his glittering glance the life passes His shadow sinks under the water As if here the earth and the sky ended
And I'm a child fighting shadows with tears in my eyes And the valley cannons and thunder Trees blow beneath the bruising of the sky Like centuries shield the lake
I'll close my eyes with no fear I'll take a look to the sky My body and soul will turn to dust Arms wide open for divinity Tears of blood on the mirror
(Greg Lake) They said there'll be snow at Christmas, They said there'll be peace on earth, But instead it just kept on raining, A veil of tears for
on the streets by selling flowers and lemonade. (Lemonade. Running around bare feet.) Seemless as I, I had butterflies turning into sharp knives inside, with my eyes to the sky
The fish are swimming closer inside Lake Morena Still get no rain from the sky Men were firing cannons Hoping smoke might tear an angel's eyes Heard
Looking down out of this little round window On silver wings, at 20,000 feet At lakes and streams and fields of green I tend to think the most peculiar
his face, bright tear in his eyes In his glittering glance the life passes His shadow sinks under the water As if here the earth and the sky ended On
them dream, lakes where they bathed, riverfalls and marvelous clouds in the sky. They were happy, they had their Golden Age. Now, all she has left are her Golden Tears
