Тексты песен «Finn Brothers»

In so many ways, I'm the same as you In so many things better left unsaid From out of the deep well the water flows into the sea And that's the way it starts And continues to unfold But to both of us That will...

We're all God's children And God is a woman But we still don't know Who the father is I can't help thinking There's a fortune riding On the answer To that question We stop for a moment And forget the enemy...

I can never forget The day we said goodbye Holding your hands A rainbow low in the sky And all the colours there To gather you up and carry you up All the colours there To gather you up Now, we're left here...

I can never forget The day we said goodbye Holding your hands A rainbow low in the sky And all the colours there To gather you up and carry you up All the colours there To gather you up Now, we're left here...

News travels fast, there's an old wreck in the underpass Wine in a glass and a well traveled bed, down the length And breadth of the motorway, down the information highway I took a ride in an angels heap Yeah, I...

The day has begun And I stumble to the front There's no real control Of a random event And I will take my chances Just anything can happen I don't believe it's over 'Cos anything can happen I could never give...

(N. Finn/T. Finn) there's junk mail in my letterbox and all the catalogues I can't wait to buy it no matter what it costs the whistle of the sniper the crashing of the bombs put a spring back in my step keeps me feeling...

Talking with my brother when the lights went out Down the hallway forty years ago And what became much harder was so easy then Opening up and letting go Disembodied voices Floating in the air This place in the...

Everybody wants the same thing Everybody wants the same thing To see another birthday Look at all the pretty numbers Look at all the pretty numbers Scattered on the calendars I can see my reflection I can see...

(N. Finn/T. Finn) you're nothing in the eyes of the world but you're riding up and down in the elevator still feeling just a little surprised like you discovered Englebert Humperdink or something inside the fairy light...

This bird has to sing My heart has to follow A man with no soul Is wooden and hollow This gentle hum Is just begun This gentle hum Make us one My wish is for you An end to your sorrow And if it comes true...

At the shopping mall I'm surrounded by a parking lot Walking down the aisle I was thinking about what I had lost On a Sunday morning my hometown is feeling strange to me In the stadium dark forces are gathering...

(N. Finn/T. Finn) I kiss the road of rarotonga speed through the night my gritty eyes so fever bright scars on my hand the gravel stones I took a bite I kiss the road of Rarotonga taste some gravel I kiss the road of...

(N. Finn) the firelight plays on me the choir ignites behind me the rising voice of discontent all the guardian angels you can bang the drum look what we've become i hope there might be one of us who calls the tune last...

I know that it's you behind Everything that I do And I wouldn't try to hide Who I am from you It's all me that you see I was ready for another try But I needed you to set me free Must be the luckiest man alive...

(N. Finn/T. Finn) he's a mood swinging man with his bag of tricks never know where he's at the life of the party when he's doing his flips a drag when he's flat on his back this town feels empty now he's gone away...

(N. Finn/T. Finn) Niwhai she's so fly making it happen Niwhai be my witness five satellites in just one night Niwhai pacific sister her father's son she was something precious and we all love what she's become strange...

It's a slow parade Down a dusty road We've learned to take abuse From devils we don't know People who have lost all heart Look for someone else to blame You just keep on walking When they call you a dirty name...

(N. Finn/T. Finn) there's a wild thing in the woolshed and it's keeping me awake at night a devil in the closet and a feeling I'd prefer to hide he is religion he won't hear me when I cry for help he has a vision of me...

(N. Finn/T. Finn) endless travel, can't remember where I've been lying in this hammock, feeling tragic like the ones you hear so much about can't wait to tell you what I've seen skim the water, South Atlantic ocean grey...