Leave me out with the waste This is not what I do It's the wrong kind of place To be thinking of you It's the wrong time For somebody new It's a small
Well, I held you like a lover, happy hands Your elbow in the appropriate place And we ignored our others, happy plans For that delicate look upon your
This has got to die I said, this has got to stop This has got to lie down With someone else on top You can keep me pinned It's easier to tease But you
Well, I've been here before Sat on a floor in a grey, grey room Where I stay in all day, I don't eat But I play with this grey, grey food Desole, someone
Woke up and for the first time, the animals were gone It's left this house empty now, not sure if I belong Yesterday, you asked me to write you a pleasant
She lives with an orange tree The girl that does yoga She picks the dead ones from the ground When we come over And she gives, I get Without giving anything
This would not have happened If I hadn't missed my plane I've would have been there when they told you I?m the Rat within the grain Within this big misunderstanding
My drum, my drum My drum gonna make ya My drum, my drum My drum gonna make ya come My book, my book My book gonna make ya My book, my book My book gonna
What I want from you is empty your head But they say be true, don't stay in your bed And we do what we need to be free And it leans on me like a rootless
You can hold her hand And show her how you cry Explain to her your weakness So she understands And then roll over and die You can brave decisions Before
Sleep, don't weep, my sweet love Your face is all wet and your day was rough So do what you must do to find yourself Wear another shoe, paint my shelf
Leave me out with the waste This is not what i do It's the wrong kind of place To be thinking of you It's the wrong time For somebody new It's a small
Перевод: Райс, Дэмиен. 9 Crimes.
: What I want from you is empty your head But they say be true, don't stay in your bed We do what we need to be free And it leans on me like a rootless
: Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone It's left this house empty now, not sure if I belong Yesterday you asked me to write you a pleasant
: Well I held you like a lover Happy hands And elbow in the appropriate place And we ignore our others Happy plans That delicate look upon your face
