EMF - Girl of an age
Tekst :
It s a plentiful day
Holding us together this way
The only things real to us are the words
We know we can have it all
Upon the heads of our youthful charms
But as far as I can see, all you see
Emotions flooding you to me
I touch, you re never there
I call, but we never seem to reach that far
Each time we fall, I call
You re a girl of an age
Who isn t touched by anyone
Out of reach, out of disbelief
You re a girl of an age
It s a plentiful day
Holding us together this way
The only things real to us are the words
Words are fine, each one we say
At the time we fall, to each others arms
But as far as I can see, all you see
Emotions flooding you to me
We belong to an age of love
Inne utwory
Glass smash Jack When will you come La plage Skin I believe Slouch Secrets Dog Bleeding you dry Bring me down Longtime She bleeds Inside The day i was born Blue highs The light that burns twice as bright Admit it Losowe utwory
Remember the days
No worries just a high school haze
I got paid
We d pool the money and split for a day
All my friends would be there counting castles in the blue
All sweet dreamers making everything come true
Summer was...
Don t slam the door
On your way out.
Don t leave without saying goodbye.
Another long distance night alone,
You leave me wanting,
Always leave me wanting more.
Last word today, coming home to stay?
Wouldn t that be nice, for awhile?
But now my take-out food is growing cold,
And the candle s burned a hole in...
You don t know me, and you never hold me
like your little piece on the side.
My mother told me ,that you re never lonely
when you re laughing all the time.
Inside out and outside in
you bring eyesight to the blind.
Crying is a crime.
Scuse me, I apologize
he likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
he spends the afternoon, between your thighs
how s that for gratitude, I apologize.
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
and her hypnotic gaze.
Mknie wiotka łódź, skrzydlata łódź
Tnie egejskich fal miękki zwój.
Wróć do nas, wróć, koniecznie wróć,
Bo gdzież piękniej jest, cudzoziemcze mój?
Lśnią perły świateł, nad zatoką blask neonowych gwiazd.
Spójrz, cudzoziemcze, tam wysoko, ta biała plama to Akropol.
Przetrwał własny czas, o krok dwudziesty wiek!
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