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I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel, sunlight on my face
See that dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Were still building
Then burning down love, burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you...
(its all I can do)

The cities a flood
And our love turns to rust
Were beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled into dust
Ill show you a place
High on ta desert plain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
(its all I can do)

I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon
And I don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face
At midnight, hey
What are you hungry for
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And it's wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

Take everything from the inside and throw it all away
Cuz I swear for the last time I won’t trust myself with you

Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I keep crying baby please

 

Изменето од nate77 - 09.Декември.2007 во 18:09

Gi posvetuvam(iako ne se moi)....


Angel    

I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When were grey and old
cos I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when Im lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel the love is dead
Im loving angels instead

And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether Im right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life wont break me
When I come to call she wont forsake me
Im loving angels instead

When Im feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know Ill always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
Im loving angels instead

And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether Im right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life wont break me
When I come to call she wont forsake me
Im loving angels instead

And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether Im right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life wont break me
When I come to call she wont forsake me
Im loving angels instead


Изменето од mamma - 09.Декември.2007 во 23:10

Neko to od gore vidi sve

Djordje Balasevic

Stevu Čenejca je ubio grom, nežno, k'o rukom, na širokom šoru, tu negde pred zoru il' pre. I niko se nije pitao gde se to noću skitao nego su žalili i sveće palili svi. Sa njegovim stricem sam proveo dan, bio je očajan. Al' taj matori momak je imao stomak za sve. Pa reče: "Eto, tuđeg se latio, zato je glavom platio - zbog žene svog kuma je sišao s uma sasvim". Al vidiš, neko to odgore vidi sve, povlači te konce, igra se. Postavi na svoje mesto svako dobro, zlo još pre - sve vide oči sudbine. Tako, ponekad, te reči mi dođu, k'o jeka, kad bure se spuste, kad pacovi napuste brod. Ne brinem mnogo o njima, vrate se s lepim danima, pa idemo dalje i plovidba traje, k'o pre. Al znam da: Neko to odgore vidi sve... Lomiš mi srce, k'o bagremov prut, onako, usput. Kad ostaneš sama ti nađes par dana za nas. Al' ja crtam svoje krugove i praštam stare dugove da, možda se varam, al' što da se staram o tom. Kad uvek neko to odgore vidi sve...