Тексты песен «Bloc Party»

When you said tulips I knew that you're mine When I caught you there crying in the night Wearing my jacket, wearing that smile I knew that I'd found you This could be an opportunity This could be an opportunity...

In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view Such longing for the past for such completion What was once golden has now turned a shade of gray I've become crueler in your presence They say, "Be brave,...

In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view Such longing for the past for such completion What was once golden has now turned a shade of gray I've become crueler in your presence They say, "Be brave,...

In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view Such longing for the past for such completion What was once golden has now turned a shade of grey I've become crueler in your presence They say: "be brave,...

In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view Such longing for the past for such completion What was once golden has now turned a shade of gray I've become crueler in your presence They say, "Be brave...

There was a sense of disappointment as we left the mall All the young people look the same Wearing their masks of cool and indifference Commerce dressed up as rebellion 'Cause we're so handsome and we're so bored...

Waiting for the 7:18 January is endless Weary-eyed and forlorn The Northern Line is the loudest Sitting in silence in bars after work I've got nothing to add or contest Can still kick a ball a hundred yards We...

We meet inside the cafa The air is thick like hospital Choked by the gold on your finger We were lovers Bury the thoughts that resurface Those hands were mine And now our love has been forgotten Like it was...

Think fast boy, think on your feet If you don’t know it now you never will You’re so young to be so heavy Rip off the seal and let me school you You see angels melt when they touch the ground You see you’re not dumb,...

After the funeral, breaking kola nuts We sit and reminisce about the past And in her voice, only sadness Her only son taken from her In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us The second generation...

I can see it in your eyes now You have come to resent me Condescension in the silence Your fingers are tired, girl How they falter against my thigh Your kisses are pining for the lips of someone else Your visits...

Backwards, forwards but making no ground at all Standing in the city with the clocks counting one And your face is still wet from the night before As your tears hit the ground blue flowers spring from them Baby, I'm...