Тексты песен «Elliott Smith»

I can wait I can wait I can sit wondering what in world you think about I don't think I'm ever gonna figure it out After all the alchohol, the pretty words that devolve down To slurs and drunken shouts I don't...

Seen you watching Her every time she crosses the floor So just go and talk to Someone you really adore I'm getting pretty used to being The one you always ignore When somebody wants you I've seen it before...

You can go Anytime you want I won't watch, it hurts too much If you stay, promise you will be Better to you Better to me Been out to celebrate my new freedom With a drink to you Cause you made it new And i...

The imitation picks you up like a habit Riding in the glow of the tv static Taking out the trash to the man Give the people something they understand Mistake a nervous flash for a fine-line smile Junk bond trader...

He held his breath to hold your hand To walk the stairsteps in pairs Climbing up a slippery slope I'm in love, love I hope Don't go home Angelina Stay with me, hanging around in the lost and found He kissed you quick,...

He held his breath to hold your hand To walk the stairsteps in pairs Climbing up a slippery slope I'm in love, love I hope Don't go home, Angelina Stay with me Hanging around in the lost and found He kissed her...

Future butterfly gonna spend the day higher than high You'll be beautiful confusion Ooh once I was you I saw you caught between all the people out making the scene And a bright ideal tomorrow Ooh, don't go too far...

Future butterfly, gonna spend the day higher than high You'll be beautiful confusion Ooh, once I was you I saw you caught between all the people out making a scene And a bright ideal, tomorrow Ooh, don't go too far...

I was dreamin of the past. And my heart was beating fast. I began to lose control...I began to lose control. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry that I made you cry. I didn't wanna hurt you. I'm just a jealous guy. I...

The imitation picks you up like a habit Writing in the glow of the TV static Taking out the trash to the man Give the people something they understand Mistake a nervous flash for a fine-line smile Junk bond trader...

The king's crossing was the main attraction Dominoes falling in a chain reaction A scraping subject ruled by fear Told me whiskey works better than beer The judge is on vinyl, decisions are final And nobody gets a...

The gentleman's in the lane Spinning his hat on a cane Stepping out, out for change Good morning all, it's a beautiful day The generals are winning a war Seemed suicidal before You came alone, now I'll protect...

Last call He was sick of it all Asleep at home Told you off and goodbye Well you know one day it'll come to haunt you That you didn't tell him quite the truth You're a crisis You're an icicle You're a tongueless talker...

He was sick of it all Asleep at home Told you off and goodbye Well you know one day it'll come to haunt you That you didn't tell him quite the truth You're a crisis You're a icicle You're a tongueless talker You...

Here's the army That you mowed to the ground And the bodies you left lying around Talking it out I'm through trying now It's a big relief The last hour I'll be staying down Just make it over Mess me around...

I've been outside Invited in But I couldn't abide Wouldn't miss it again Burning every bridge that I cross To find some beautiful place to get lost I had true love I made it die I pushed her away She said please stay...

One more little one I'll go down, stay down Sleep the rest of the day Dream new music to calm down Stay down and keep evil away I can hear you asleep Changing your shape Dissolved in some dream As a new one appears To...

Wiped out in the city slick Another sick rock 'n' roller acting like a dick Needing cash Burning through the trash That piles up in this place And fills up behind my empty face Full of things that I'm not to do You...

This is the place you'll end up When you lose the chase Where you're dragged against your will From a basement on the hill And all anybody knows Is you're not like them And they kick you in the head And send you...

I'll fake it through the day with some help From Johnny Walker Red And the cold pain behind my eyes That shoots back through my head With two tickets torn in half In a lot with nothing to do But it's alright...