Тексты песен «Beulah»

Though I didn't mention I prayed for you that day You left Glasco and your shell And sailed back to the bay And though it was predicted Old times always sound so bad The calendar was the saddest thing That I ever...

Everything works for you and I'm aching These planes are an ocean that's where we grieve Where we drown, yeah yeah Open the turnstyles and we're racing A bit like the drama that unfolds at Churchill Downs Place...

I'll fight If you want me to fight I'll laugh If you want me to laugh And cancel out the sun I will I will You know I surely will Cause all you need is a pretty song If you wanna sing, tell me what you wanna...

Now baby says I'm tearing her down Shoulder to shoulder I hold her too lightly And baby says, "baby, your kiss don't do anything" Oh sweetness, all I need is a brand new heart It's old and it's cold and it's no...

You looked like you were sleeping Waiting days for the twenty-two Come on We'll grab a chariot Come on We'll write a soundtrack Quarter til two, the night's ending We stand where no Romans dared to stand Shut...

Its nine-eight-teen It's coffee colored evening The headlights spin shadows on the ceiling I'm left here with the Gideon Bible Long strands of her hair Trickle down the bed And in my soul there's a little Alaska...

Nose down, what you gonna do when Parties fade and your make-up starts to smear Only scene is a grand entrance Silver screen is another brand new year In a sea of talcum power Kids swim and they lose their color Clock...

Don't be sad that I'm going Don't be sad that I'm going Don't be sad that I'm going Cause I leave tonight Can you give me that, friend? Without a soul to sell along the way The devil rides with me again He always...

the children are slow on my side of the city they all like to try looking so pretty they hide in the dark cause bright lights are so deadly the radio screams their friends are never on time they're never on time...

Slow, and I can't wait As the day turns inside out Night falls on you darling, darling It falls on me too And I'm tired And I can't sleep But I try So I can dream You know, forever's awhile And tomorrows...

I know he knocks you off your feet Youre so bitter; you think he's sweet Well he's wrong for you, I swear Did you forget to read the script? There was never a role for him It was always you and me, just me Popular...

I left my heart in Kansas It's the second biggest ball of twine Quantrill is bound to catch us Come on kids, begin to secede It'll be alright It'll be just fine You don't have to rush Take your time So bored...

Got a song prettier than your girlfriend I got a song, yeah it's cooler than you You're just so hip, you open the gates of heaven Being cool, is that all that you do? You're waiting for something What it is, well...

Ahahh... Ahahh... The room wallpaper The pages of your letters Which you once said Wrestle with the bodies that wash like unchained rivers Against your shore An army is waiting The secret places That gently twist...

Where's my shotgun? Hold it high, it sure is fun When your war joke's a bore And everything's been done Count me out you met my head Count me out you met my head Count me out then I'll know right away Eyes are...

Punk rock was my first girl She left me a scar, so I have her still She's not young, but she's not old yet We share the same sun, but her's never sets You want it Silver lining shining for you You got it The dark...

Me and I Yeah, we're going your way Summer trumpets and open the gates No angels there to greet me They can't breathe and they won't see me And I'll do I'll do but a little won't help you now I'll do I was a...

Lipstick stains And they're all in short hand where Everything's a quarter my heart The cut leaves, rings, and the sunshine pours in where You can mine the glass box until it breaks Broken hearts make a brand new...

We run around in circles Stumble into hurdles We can't move Were trying to make it easy Somehow we thought it would be We battled our frustrations Nobody's explanations could ever prove Oh, I need to hard do this...

The scenery rides by just like floats lost in a parade where the palms and tumbleweeds sail right past the homes they stretch and they fade rolling like movie credits far beneath the clear skies How wary does the...