Pinhead Gunpowder - Beastly bit

Tekst :

When you re just a sickly mess
You re worn + tired and scared to death
Well you, you can come to me
And we can share a disease
And talk and roll around in the debris, yeah

It s easy to be disappointed
When you got such high expectations
And things don t always go the way you planned
You say you re sorry you re so stressed out
But I don t mind you being depressed now
I mean I ll try to understand...

Well take me back to the overpass
We ll build a home in the broken glass
And you, you can cover me
And color what I see
And together we can rest in peace, yeah

I don t know my destination
Just know that life s a celebration
No time for fear or hesitation now
But sometimes I get lost + lonely
And I could use you beside me
To help to guide me, help me find my way...

And you, my green haired girl
You, my green haired girl

Inne utwory

  • Mahogany
  • I used to
  • Brother
  • Asheville
  • The great divide
  • Reach for the bottle
  • Work for food
  • I am an elephant
  • Keeping warm in the night time
  • Buffalo
  • Benicia by the bay
  • Find my place
  • New blood
  • Before the accident
  • Homesick hopes
  • Big yellow taxi
  • MPLS song

    • Losowe utwory

    Recognize

    When i wake up in the morning
    and i look at your sleepy smile
    then i know what i am living for
    and why someone made me from the rib
    no, you don t really need to say it
    cause i can see it, feel it, sense it

    Sad Lisa

    She hangs her head and cries on my shirt
    She must be hurt very badly.
    Tell me what s making you sad, Li ?
    Open your door, don t hide in the dark.
    You re lost in the dark, you can trust me,
    Cause you know that s how it must be.
    Lisa Lisa, sad...

    Cieciowa

    Stoi cieciowa koło śmietnika
    i w nieswoje sprawy nos wtyka.
    Ej, ej (ha).

    Stój.
    Teraz idź.
    Nie patrz tam.
    Popatrz tu.
    Masz w głowie mieć właśnie tyle ile w głowie ma cieć.
    Ile w głowie ma cieć.

    Widzę jak płasko [?] sobie życie układają.
    Bo grzami [?] śmieci stoją, dzieci...

    After the end of the world

    You don t believe that love can last
    always prepared for disaster
    stuck on the ground with fear of flying
    wish I could help your heart to see
    love is a light not a fire
    you re always scared
    the flame is dying

    Santa evita

    [Children:]
    Please, gentle Eva, will you bless a little child?
    For I love you, tell Heaven I m doing my best
    I m praying for you, even though you re already blessed

    Please, mother Eva, will you look upon me as your own?
    Make...