Waking Hour
Vienna Teng lyrics
Vienna Teng lyrics
"Drought Lyrics"
Sunshine Bring Back My Sunshine Lyrics
Everyday I wake up you'd be standing with my coffee cup Raised the shades let in the sunshine's ray I looked at you then you'd smile I called you my little Sunshine gir
Everyday I wake up you'd be standing with my coffee cup Raised the shades let in the sunshine's ray I looked at you then you'd smile I called you my little Sunshine gir
summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall
wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all
how sweet is the day
I'm craving a darkness
as I sit tucked away with my back to the wall
and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
and the landscape of merry and desperate drought
This is a song about Spike He is a bad ass guy Who just happens to be A really good friend of mine Everyone I know...yeah Who knows Spike too Would
let winterlight come
and spread your white sheets over my empty house
summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust
forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust
now language escape, fugitive of forgiveness
leaving as trace only circles of rust
Hopp Lyrics
I tidningen l?ser jag dagligen Hur v?rlden ser ut nu, antagligen Det sl?r mig att allt k?nns s? fr?mmande S? pinsamt ibland och bekl?mmande Jag svettas som i tropikerna
and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
and the landscape of merry and desperate drought
how much longer dear angels
come break me with ice
let the water of calm trickle over my doubts
come let me drown
angels no fire no salt on the plow
carry me down
bury medown
and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
and the landscape of merry and desperate drought
once I knew myself
and with knowing came love
I would know love again if I had faith enough
too far is next spring and her jubilant shout
so angels, inside
is the only way out
I tidningen l?ser jag dagligen Hur v?rlden ser ut nu, antagligen Det sl?r mig att allt k?nns s? fr?mmande S? pinsamt ibland och bekl?mmande Jag svettas som i tropikerna
and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
and the landscape of merry and desperate drought
how much longer dear angels
come break me with ice
let the water of calm trickle over my doubts
come let me drown
angels no fire no salt on the plow
carry me down
bury medown
and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
and the landscape of merry and desperate drought
once I knew myself
and with knowing came love
I would know love again if I had faith enough
too far is next spring and her jubilant shout
so angels, inside
is the only way out