Тексты песен «Metric»

As far back as it goes, we watch the time go by And say our mother's names with a smile. Remember how she sang you a lullaby? How did she ever do such good for you? Take me back where I used to live. I want to see my...

Not looking for a reason, not trying to understand Not trying to catch your eye, not trying to touch your hand Not trying to show you part of me no one else can find But I will bring a song to you, who will buy my time?...

Get straight and wait here while I try to find the exit sign When will you stop asking strangers, no one wants what we want Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag Never expect to be sure You're working for...

We were too wasted to close the window Friends and family lookin' into my only hiding place The rhythm of a stranger's skin Infidel to die for what I am doing Will happen in the morning When the mirror won't recognize...

All night, like a child I stayed up to prove I can keep up All night, like a fool I stayed up to prove I can keep up with you All night All night (sing along with the band, losing my voice) All night (? my choice) All...

I've been sleep walking Through the railway station Wake me up When they call my destination Where I've been I was bound to leave behind All device And all disease was mine Ahh Speeding out of reach Ahh You're the one...

You can burn your paper fingers in the ashtray Place your swollen lips on mine You can shave your heavy head in my carpeted hallway Sure for the first time you're wearing the right clothes Now take them off Meet me on...

Get the rope, tie me to the bedpost. Because I can't find within myself the happy host If I find my piece of mind, torture me If I seem too serene, torture me Torture me with all I've wanted (torture me) Hit me with...

"Twilight Galaxy" Did they tell you You should grow up When you wanted To dream Did they warn you Better shape up If you want to succeed I don't know about you Who are they talking to They're not...

Falling for the creep the body leech here he comes Vicious hypnosis, a clenched fist saying it's wrong To want more than a folk song Underneath the shaker knit he's a brick wall She keep falling for the trick...

Piss-poor, ridin' high Sun-bathin' fire-side We're here for the porn Of the sirloin Get your T-bone, let your backbone slide Tunnel and sky collide Lose friends to the air waves And the airlines I wanna make it...