Тексты песен «Bear Quartet»

Between the river And the sweet sea Lies the city Pretty ugly I'm between the city And the people In the city Pretty much passed out He's between the city And the people In the city Pretty much passed...

Something a little less abstract Something to actually improve A mind set long enough Hands with actual things to do Please, please A life less complicated Existence less devastated A head and heart not aching...

Thinking and talking crayon Crushed in a mortar Tinder eyes When will we move on When will we move on Watching the dishes grow If this is all I get Then nothing is what I owe Tinsel eyes Tender flies Who will...

This is where the punks hang out And I would like you To take me home Now is a good time But not as before But that's my catchphrase these days, don't you think They turn up at noon So we still have time No I...

So you were the sweetest pup No one would lift you up Just let you down Born with open eyes Always awake to who is following On your way home They will burst and then bruise you Not too bad It's well known...

Take it I walk around Just to calm down my nerves Learned to separate the nightworkers, Worried car owners, Occasional sleepwalkers Young nervous lovers From other stalkers It's just puppy hours awake Giving...

It was premeditated Both my legs came off they wouldn't stopp kicking I hung upon a cross it runs in the family I acted on a whim I left the engine running I didn't feel a thing I had an addiction I tried to stop a...

I surrender to the heat By falling into it's dry slow beat I could lose myself forever Aching for some peace of mind Aching for a little justice Whatever that is Rehearsing to cut the last string From here on...

Sad to hear that you're back Visiting your friends and family Knocked off someone's baseball cap Picked it up and said "I'm sorry" Already tired of this summer's carnival It's top hot and I feel I'll Among all...

All my friends All those rapid losing ends Can't show me How I should be wearing My coat against the cold Where good intentions croak I walk a road and it's called home And the part of me That's about to die...