Тексты песен «Jump, Little Children»

sound asleep in an ocean of crashes sound asleep in pouring black rain bedside voices praying with tears of ashes stung by the salt of weepig skies all alone lying shoulder to shoulder all alone with hot hand in...

I have risen in the darkened valley, The one who in my dreams Of twilight did stand. And I am off by the moonlight, The break of the morning, I am leaving the mountains, The mountains so grand. I strayed to a place...

I'd like to see you out one night Dressed up like a Rock 'n' Roll star Straight out of some strange magazine Then I know I'd love you more But if I see you out somewhere You might think that I don't care 'Cause I love...

Old man walking on the old footpath Old man walking with his first son Oh son, my heart is on the ocean And my eyes are burning from the salt sea Oh son, my heart is on the ocean And my eyes are burning from the salt...

I'm sure someone Would hear me if I scream Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah But not today I'm sure someone Would notice if I seemed Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Out of touch or way behind But not today I...

The southwestern wind it soon will blow again blowin' steady at its pace. And I'm traveling at the measure of a lonely man's lecher Sailing across the Ocean Grace A heavy, heavy burden on the last of my two dollars...

"do you smoke opium?" he said as he opened my wallet on the street please god please can you breathe just a little softer It's hard enough to stand up straight cause I'm beat don't call your girlfriend on the phone...

Never, never ending Constant motion, constancy Forever complicated, Always overkill, yeah Never, never for me Never silent, never for me Always overkill Never, never for me Open to possibilties however...

Make me down a pallet on the floor Make me down a soft, a soft, easy, and low If you leave, leave a letter, darling 'fore you go C'mon, make me down a pallet on the floor. Yeah, I'm going where the climate suits my...

The brackish roots of river pine Anchored in my curving spine Bend to the whims of wind's design And I lay down at your side Above the brine of reds in clay A swollen angel oaks bouquet In the red-winged blackbird's...

feeling funky like a monkey i'm the one when it's sunny be my sugar bunny honey and we'll ride it's absolutely hot outside you need a drink? how about that glass of pink lemonade just the shade of your lipstick so...

Tell me you had bad dreams last night ‘Cause you were rolling in your sleep Tell me you hate those bright street lights Sometimes the shadows give you the creeps Please close your eyes Please if you don’t want to say...

She likes the photograph The one of you and Simone Out in the rain on a Sunday morning She likes to take it out Only when she's feeling down And then she says "Can you hear it raining?" She wants to know does...

I heard you late last night You know you talk too much Not everything comes through these walls But just enough To hear the things that I don't want to hear I heard you late last night I wish I had my distance I hear...

Saturday night, I was making my way I was making my way back home Walking on the broken bottles Swinging from the street lights, swinging home Walking along with spring in my bended knee Walking on a leather sidewalk...

I spent Sunday afternoon just hanging around Hanging by my nails two miles up and falling down Checking out the weather With my strung out feathers Holding up a singer By my good luck finger. Oh, I'm hanging on Come...

I'll see you in the afterlife Floating above, above the satellites Lighter than air, beyond a care Tonight, my love, your time has finally come I'll see you in the afterlife. Your time has come on a blazing white...

Fate will find a way, for you On golden wings and leaden shoes All the way to the house our father knew And this angry storm of slamming doors And broken glass on hardwood floors Waits for you in the house our father...

The singer steps forward He's not a tour-sung hero He's not the embodiment of a soul brother The unassuming troubadour Sings to himself softly And not a word escapes his lips They don't even try. His words would rather...

I can see by the light of a broken sky That you're on the mend The photograph of your broken hearted eyes Will fade and bend I can see your face, A black and white collage of a chemical emotion A picture of a thousand...