Vertaling: Gerard De Vries. Spel Kaarten.
No words My tears won't make any room for 'em, oh And it don't hurt Like anything I've ever felt before This is no broken heart No familiar scars This
Staring deep into your eyes Searching for answers to questions I can't find If I took for granted that I held your heart I'd beg forgiveness but I don
You a-go tired fe see me face; Can't get me out of the race. Oh, man, you said I'm in your place And then you draw bad cyard - A-make you draw bad cyard
All the people in your hometown When you were just a teen Said that you were pretty Like in the magazine And so you left your hometown To try out for
I don't wanna be your friend I just wanna be your lover No matter how it ends No matter how it starts Forget about your house of cards And I'll do mine
My friends think I'm crazy that I'm working too hard But they don't see these memories that haunt me in the dark Since you went and left me, since you
Fear and panic in the air I want to be free from desolation and despair And I feel like everything I sow Is being swept away, well I refuse to let you
Icy twinkling in the window, it's a sparkle on the snow Hovering to see if I can see you come and go I came down the dark road, arms under my coat And
It takes all kinds To keep this world in place It's a fragile balance That let's us spin through space So everybody's Got their job to do And girl I
Pack up, I?m straight, enough Oh say, say, say Oh say, say, say Oh say, say, say Oh say, say, say Oh say, say, say Wait, they don?t love you like I love
Porcelain and alabaster Decaying ever faster Unaware of imminent disaster Open up your eyes As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time Did you wander
Lacerate, eviscerate and perforate and mutilate We all fall down, all fall down Deprecate, repudiate, ameliorate, adjudicate The wisdom found, wisdom
If I could only get the tools The stimuli and the molecules Frozen moments in time I could be the archetype A credit to the genotype Re-program your
Back in '83, a man came to me And he told me, "Son Our way of life is done" But I was only young With an eye to the fields Speculators and yields rotten
Amid the heat and the wrack Hot boots invested and cracked Poor candidates jacked into gray light An ultra-violent call Summoning both poet and thrall
In the garden where he was cast out by the Lord Flames an omni-directional sword For he has ever failed to gather up the fruit And thus was banished with
Now get up and give in, I'll crack your knuckles again Supplicate and survive this transubstantiation And get so mean, I wanna know what it means Did