Волынки и Web.
Ничего общего! Почти...

She’s Too Much

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 26.09.2012

She's gentle to the touch
She's everything head first
So happy to be causing trouble

Sometimes
The pressure gets too much
And you think she's going to burst
And shatter like a Christmas bauble

I'll be there when the world is
coming down upon her
When she's scared, I'll be there
Fighting in her corner

She cries when she's alone
For all life's little knocks
Everything is supposed to make us tougher
Thinking is doesn't really show
But I know how she hurts
And I can't bare to see her suffer

I'll be there when the world is
coming down upon her
When she's scared, I'll be there
Fighting in her corner
I'll be there when the walls are closing to surround her
In the air as she falls with my arms around her

Holding on I'm looking out for
Her thin skin
Because she's everything
and I don't think she knows

She's such a gentle touch
She's too much a gentle touch
She likes to catch the sun
Plays with it like a ball
And never mind whatever keeps it burning
Someday, she might just be the one
Whose going to save us all
If this Apocalypse is coming

I'll be there when the world is
coming down upon her
When she's scared, I'll be there
Fighting in her corner
I'll be there when the walls are closing to surround her
In the air as she falls with my arms around her

Holding on I'm looking out for
Her thin skin
Because she's everything
and I don't think she knows

I don't think she knows
I don't think she knows
(she's too much)
I don't think she knows
(she's too much) a gentle touch


Похожие новости.


Little T&A

Little T&A

She's my little rock 'n' roll She's my little rock 'n' roll The heat's raiding, the tracks is fading Joints rocking could be anytime at all But the bitch keeps bitching Snitcher keeps snitching Dropping names



Disneyland (Stays The Same)

Disneyland (Stays The Same)

No more Cigars from Cuba, oppression in East Timor, sedition in Zimbabwe, dollar crisis in New York. Skinhead thugs out on the streets in London and Berlin, GM foods grown in the West,



Йди Соб

Йди Соб

Не зупиняй мого божевілля, Бо без нього я ніц не вартий, Бо без нього я збожеволію, Як без тебе... Приспів: Читай книги, Іди за світлом, Іди з Богом, Твори молитву. Іди собі йди, я за тобою. (2) Не утримуй мого



Донечка

Донечка

Донечка маленька, чорні оченята, Ти моя красуня, ти моє курчатко. Як я жив без тебе я не уявляю, Голос твій дзвіночком цілий день лунає. Приспів: Тато, тато, тато... Мама, мама, мама... Дідя, дідя, дідя... Баба, баба, баба... Ми запам’ятали,



Лолита

Лолита

Много красок белых в палитре моей В ней все сказки дней и печали ночей Я рисую, пусть мешают слёзы И я верю что ещё не поздно. Знаешь, я с тобою умела летать Что же вдруг




Нет комментариев

Комментариев нет.

Извините, обсуждение на данный момент закрыто.