Idaho - For granted

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When you start taking everything for granted
That s when the light turns red
And you keep driving on the 101 forever

You know where you re going
You just want to get there
Eucalyptus trees have traveled clear over the ocean
And you can too because you ve found the road [2x]

Inne utwory

  • Kite
  • Apricots to armagnac
  • On the shore
  • Catapult
  • Clouded
  • Just might run
  • Casa mia
  • Always better
  • Packing my bags
  • Pomegranate bleeding
  • Live today again
  • If you dare
  • Come back home
  • Goldenseal
  • Santa Claus is weird
  • Losowe utwory

    Tap on your shoulder

    When good times are over
    and you crawl for miles just to hold her
    I ll tap on your shoulder ohh yeah
    I ll tap on your shoulder ohh yeah

    The girl won t stop till she s told ya,
    She feels that weak...

    Jak piłka od lustra

    Chaos ich rozmów o dzieciach
    ratach kredytach i śmieciach
    o płodach i prześwietleniach
    o sofach szafach i cieniach
    do powiek o blaskach życia
    o złych tendencjach do tycia
    o meblach garach panelach
    o określonych dość celach

    Nie dotyczą mnie nie dotyczą mnie
    odbijam się od nich jak piłka od lustra
    odbijam się od nich jak czkawka i śmiech
    w tę przestrzeń...

    Voulez-vous coucher avec moi

    Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
    Ce soir
    Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
    I want you
    Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
    Taking you
    Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
    Gimme all your love

    Baby, it s true, I must confess
    You re the only man I...

    Into my arms

    My steps within three feet elsewhere
    They say: don t dare, don t leave that square
    My will, their will, can move, stand still
    My part, no heart, I must fulfill

    Like a rising Monster
    All veiled in grey
    See the walls of Dawn
    They warn you of the day

    Come back, my dream
    Into my Arms
    Into my Arms
    Come...

    Devil in a midnight mass

    A devil in a midnight mass,
    who prayed/preyed behind stained glass.
    A memory of sunday class,
    resurrected from the past.

    I was told that the world wouldn t believe me.
    In the cold, sinners world, tried to see them.

    Hold your breath then count to four.
    Pinky swears...