Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Klang


Schnittstelle


Schwierigkeitsgrad


Akzent



Schnittstellensprache

de

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
registrieren / anmelden
Lyrkit

spenden

5$

Lyrkit

spenden

10$

Lyrkit

spenden

20$

Lyrkit

Und/oder mich im sozialen Bereich unterstützen. Netzwerke:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Stabilo

Thing

 

Thing

(Album: Stabilo Boss - 2001)


Last night before my pillow gave way to my head, it said,
"Drink my wine, smoke my cigarettes and talk to the dead."
It said, "The window's wide open get up, I'll make your eyes red.
The matchmakers making a match,
To burn down your bed."

Silhouettes are the things I know,
And the things not known yet, not yet.
In time you'll see what's not known,
No not to me yet.

It said, "The window's wide open get up, I'll make your eyes red.
The matchmakers making a match,
To burn down your bed."

All this time it's been killing me,
If I walk thru that door I'll never return.
Cuz you speak and your words are like fire;
Your eyes are still filled with admiration that was once shown to me,
Freely but now stripped away.
And I'm pale as a ghost,
And I'm whiter than snow,
Cuz inside I'm so hollow, hollow.

Don't bring back all those things,
All those memories those ways,
Its okay.

I'll forget, I'll live on day by day.

It was a waste,
All those tears that fell far from my face, my face.
I wanna be free, from my thoughts,
And free from this place, this place.

The windows wide open I'll walk away,
It's a disgrace,
But you're content with your actions and this lie,
So why do I try?

All this time it's been killing me,
If I walk thru that door I'll never return.
Cuz you speak and your words are like fire,
Your eyes are still filled with admiration that was once shown to me,
Freely but now stripped away.
And I'm pale as a ghost,
And I'm whiter than snow,
Cuz inside I'm so hollow, hollow.

Don't bring back all those things,
All those memories those ways,
Its okay.

I'll forget, I'll live on day by day

Erledigt

Hast du alle unbekannten Wörter aus diesem Lied hinzugefügt?