Lyrics:
nowhere be found
And greed shall lay its weapons down
And hate give up without a sound
One of these days
When love by tender instrument
Through
It was yesterday when you stopped by
And you looked as if you had no cares at all
But behind those eyes
And a fragile smile
You said good-bye
The many sounds that meet our ears
The sights our eyes behold
Will open up our merging hearts
And feed our empty souls
I believe when I fall in love
The many sounds that meet our ears
The sights our eyes behold
Will open up our merging hearts
And feed our empty souls
I believe when I fall in love
I can tell by the sound of your voice.
That you probably slept in your clothes again.
And haven't left the house all day.
You're writing in
If you see my ears bleed
Been worked by disease
Once pristine clean now dirty
That pristine dream is now burning
It's all the same now that
a versatile man
He used to travel to so many distant
Places
But he never came back.
You see I find my release flying over Rio
20,000 feet without a sound in
The many sounds that meet our ears
The sights our eyes behold
Will open up our merging hearts
And feed our empty souls
I believe when I fall in love
my cure
It be a betta world without cha I'll be so sure
Come one come all watcha em all fall
Fuck aorund with tha block-a block-a, I kicks it off like
On everything I said I would
(He's well, she's fine)
Deafened by the silent sound
The walls you built not falling down
(He's well, she's fine)
Close your eyes
a time to turn around and fight
Without a sound
A streaming flash of light
Tears the garden down
Try to put things right
Should we never learn
This
trouble is you.
What's that fiery look in your eyes?
your demons are finally taking over.
With these words of hate that you mouth
you sound like the Chief
Liebe ist am Kommen.
Lyrics & Music by Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany
without notice like a thief in the dark. I know it's prophecy, but sometimes I feel they mocking me. Most times it be exact. My philosophy packaged
My sound rings, from the four legged ground kings,
Without announcing, cats remain silent as the canines are howling.
My slender frame is made for
the hate in my eyes it's no surprise
It ain't shit bitch believe that
Suckers claiming they paid
They can't even handle they weed tax
I leave tracks like
tray bags of 72
Kept niggas in suede rags
Microphone cycle, who flips the mic so well?
Hell without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells
Theres no
Mama I wrote you this song
So I can say wad I feel I know I don't tell this very often
But I really love you I'd never change on you by putting someone
in debt because of the interest piling, by the time I pay it off I got kids ready for college
Living without profit, working like a slave for a man
You try to be real and authentically sound
Meanwhile naysayers steadily putting you down
Guess that comes with the territory
So says the allegory
march
The Friday I met you started on Thursday it wasn't just a weekend but a week without end
The sound of a bitter cola to the ear is different from
I seldom see your gentle face, your lovely ways
The places and the sounds I lived when you were there
And you've spoken to my eyes and filled
known then what i know now
watching them hit the ground, yeah
without a sound
and i still don’t know what went wrong
but quick as it came it was gone
nothing I can't do without you
I just want you here
By my side
Stay for a while
You don't really have to go right now
I just really wanna find some time
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