I think you caught me on the downslide, downturn I was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream and all your plastic people with plastic hearts and
Promenade --------- Lead me from tortured dreams Childhood themes of nights alone, Wipe away endless years, childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds
Think you caught me on the downslide, downturn I was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream And all your plastic people with plastic hearts and
Перевод: Death Cab For Cutie. Фотографии на выставке.
Перевод: Эмерсон Лейк и Палмер. Картинки с выставки.
I think you caught me on the downslide, downturn I was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream And all your plastic people with plastic hearts and
: I think you caught me on the downslide, downturn I was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream and all your plastic people with plastic hearts
: I think you caught me on the downslide, downturn I was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream And all your plastic people with plastic hearts
Instrumental
Lead me from tortured dreams Childhood themes of nights alone. Wipe away endless years, childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds of confusion, illusions
Come forth, from love's spire Born in life's fire, Born in life's fire. Come forth, from love's spire In the burning, all are [of our] yearning, for