of us Don?t see much I look around Some things just Don?t match The sound of the shotgun The big black eye of a doe They go to the woods and They
: The walking in the cold was like this : Fingers, ears, nose, numb all of them The dirty sidewalk and everything, was a Sign I xould follow and know
: I?ll turn my back on you With no fear or regrets at all I?ll turn my back on you Leave you here on your own By the wall On the day that you choose
: You don?t know where I?m from You don?t know when I?ll come You don?t know much, do you ? Well, neither do I When I come late in your sleep Bringing
of us Don?t see much I look around Some things just Don?t match The sound of the shotgun The big black eye of a doe They go to the woods and They Hound
: I see how you look at me And I Don?t understand I have plenty of time when Yours is running fast You?re filled up with ?despise? and ?shame? through
: I'll pich up all my things with care And leave them in a corner somewhere You can put them all in a sack I'll come back when I come back I have cold
: She was waiting for someone or something Sitting on the bench In between the 4 towels that I love, And where I go and walk my dog. She had herself
: Don't sleep baby We have coffee, light and candles For the night I will show you What one can do To make blue skies bright Lay your head upon my
: Left by The side Of the road Deer wild baby Hit by a car Who will care but me? And I'm not in a car right now Driving fast In that Do I have to drive
Left by The side Of the road Deer wild baby Hit by a car Who will care but me? And I'm not in a car right now Driving fast In that Do I have to drive
You don?t know where I?m from You don?t know when I?ll come You don?t know much, do you ? Well, neither do I When I come late in your sleep Bringing
She was waiting for someone or something Sitting on the bench In between the 4 towels that I love, And where I go and walk my dog. She had herself a
I?ll turn my back on you With no fear or regrets at all I?ll turn my back on you Leave you here on your own By the wall On the day that you choose
I see how you look at me And I Don?t understand I have plenty of time when Yours is running fast You?re filled up with ?despise? and ?shame? through
I'll pich up all my things with care And leave them in a corner somewhere You can put them all in a sack I'll come back when I come back I have cold
The walking in the cold was like this : Fingers, ears, nose, numb all of them The dirty sidewalk and everything, was a Sign I xould follow and know :