How could You love someone like me? What have I done for You? All of the times I've turned my back Things I did not think through But You still care
concepts have lost their meaning, few understand what Beauty means, few understand its might. The Gift... A melody born in Heaven An intimation of everlasting constancy
my heart to thee is calling From my place within the dell My heart, oh sweet, is there forever It thrills with love for thee alone It's constancy fades
Перевод: Crimson Луны. Намеки Вечной Постоянство.
Перевод: Сущность. Время Постоянство.
Перевод: Роббинс, Марти. Постоянство.
Перевод: Slick Shoes. Постоянство.
Everybody direct your attention to center stage Pull back the curtains because the actors have taken place Oh how I do envy them And how they control
Come on now, give up your fears and Grab her hand and tell her you care then Ask the girl if she?ll wanna go dance tonight Just say, ?Hey momma, hey
We were standing ten feet tall, with our shadows on the wall Invincible, young and refined, awaiting some relevance Or opportunity, the tension is here
So I wait another time with this poison in my skin And I?m never turning back to old cause I?ve seen what its like there, Where lonely hearts spell tragedy
She still feels his touch in the breeze, not forgetting Photographs play out memories in her mind, this boy cries out mother with arms wide And every
The scent on the ground here is rain Driving with the windows down one season too late Apathetic, just wasting time watching the leaves as they float
Please wake up casual eyes, its time to see My heart?s still dreaming but we will just let it be Leave it lost in peace Taste the dew drip off the
Pirates and cowboys, popguns and cheap toys Out in the tree house we made all kinds of noise Where I would find a new trap door in mind And with all
How could you love someone like me? What have I done for you? All of the times I've turned my back. Things I did not think through. But you still care
Пальба, трактиры, стычки, шпаги, кони, И буйный пир от схватки до погони, И миг любви, и миг святого пыла, Рука ласкала, а душа любила. Та встреча не
