verladen dabei hab ich mir geschworen daß ich dieses Spiel mit dir auf keinen Fall verlier'. Ich brenne oh yeah ich brenne ich brenne yeah ich brenne
zu der kleine Prinz hat nachts ein Rendezvous. Kleine Taschenlampe brenn' schreib "Ich lieb' dich" in den Himmel.... Kleine Taschenlampe brenn' schreib "Ich lieb' dich" in den Himmel.... Kleine Taschenlampe brenn
I was you, you were me you would talk, in your sleep of a track, in the dark you were on, you were wrong i was you, you were me we would talk, endlessly
Meet me where we become complete take time i don?t care i see you where my life should be somewhere far from here and we, we don?t have to leave (2x)
We all would give up life to take you out of yours it?s such a simple plight it?s you we all adore they told you it was right it was always only lies
Lay underneath the water?s surface feel released of gravity?s pull look up you?ll see the air you?re needing don?t let the waves lull you to sleep lay
Time moves slow until it?s gone i have to roam until i know i need to return, to return home i?ve seen how far out, how far out i can go when someone
Reaching out you found what you tried to avoid now it cannot be controlled, it cannot be destroyed would you accompany me please, i ask you only that
Miners came from Tennessee back in 1891 The west was still young and free like the early mornin' sun Diggin' into the mountainside lookin' for a streak
If you have the power where you are right now To change the seasons back somehow To highway 95 Cool September rain If you could be alive again?. Then
There's six hundred dollars tucked into his jeans Burnin' a hole in his heart He stares at the phone in a cheap motel And he knows that it won't get him
I don't do dishes I don't mow the lawn I don't do laundry I sleep in too long?everyday And I'm a little clumsy But what can I say She loves me anyway
Seven hundred miles before the sun comes up My savin' grace is in my styrofoam cup Every highway, every city I think I've seen them all I don't smoke
My name is Conley Elms I died in 1981 Gunned down in cold blood By an outlaw on the run On a cold gray afternoon I felt that bitter chill By the banks
He was born in the Gyp Hills The son of the Buffalo Wind He had the red dirt in his skin And a twister in his soul The first-born of a white girl She'
It's a never-ending winter Monday through Friday 8 to 5 And baby sometimes it's a wonder That we even stay alive To meet our every obligation We stretch
Jeremiah rode a buckin' horse It was an unchained natural force They took a free, unguided course And the rest was history When all the girls in rodeo
Hot summer sun, rickies and lime Cool water wind passin' like time Runnin' down off the snow-capped mountain peaks Rollin' like waves on the shores of
