heart and offered my hand would you take it, if I showed you the stars would you follow, let me show you the way to the thirteenth star. I follow the thirteenth star
Vertaling: Vis. 13th Star.
inte the 13:th sun Way beyond all superscience known Surfing through space and mantra God of time and mercury Our love will live inside the elephant star
I'm a soldier in the forever wars, no photos of a family in my wallet, No i.d., no credit cards, I don't exist, I never have. I never have. Raised in
of your eyes, Sauvignon Blanc toasting the sunset and a life in a tomb under a ceiling of stars. We lay back and gazed at the stars, Shadows crawl under
rabbits through the tunnels far below, Where she moves around invisible, to all concerned anonymous, A dream girl in a nightmare on a journey to the stars
that I couldn't love you more, And we longed for the arc of the curve. We launched on the arc of the curve, We touched the stars. The fairy tale, the
you and convince you our directions were the same, That we could steer the same journey across the oceans, Fly our flags together in a heaven full of stars
ancient tune, And you follow down empty corridors, To take you on a journey to another world, To take you on a journey to the stars
to go in search of sympathy. You thrive on grief, on tragedy; You paint the pictures you want them to see. I'm just a dark star, inhabiting a silent
The turtle and the scorpion, the riverbank the deal, To cross the open water they mutually agreed, Out there in the distance, the other side in sight
, where in the world, do we go from here? Where do I go from here? Where do I go from here? If I could tear away the darkness, pull the stars out of
Out For Me Like I Was Your Son Hate Picturing The State Of Your Mum Knowing She Lost Her Only Daughter That Never Made It To 21 It All Started On Friday 13th
It's a Friday 13th, of course You won't live to see noon I am a prophet of doom I am a prophet of doom So now the star has fallen Washing away the seas
& smoke me cause I feel like dying [2x]Only once the drugs are done That I feel like dying, I feel like dying Swimming laps around a bottle of Louis The 13th
that I could sleep in. Sheba had the cutest little nose. Sheba's lips by Interflora. Rollercoaster. Lizard Lick. She stings you like the 13th summer
of hostages - was 13th in the queue. Rusty chains and armoured pillows stuffed with silver pins. Collecting lives like butterflies, keep them all locked in. Tattoo with a star
