Тексты песен «National Bank»
National Bank - A Recorder In Red Plastic
A saxophone with flesh wounds is my true singing voice I've got a pizzicato love affair but the snare drum is my first choice Anyhow it's up to me to wander around my mind I keep a steady pace but I soon lose track of...
National Bank - Blue As We Like It
What gives words the power to change their intended .. content? And who said our last silver dollar already has been spent? I roam alone through rooms we share You catch a glimpse of who I am I see that you return my...
National Bank - Half Blind
What was it that ever drew me to you, In the first place? Because the girl I was introduced to, had a kind face I'd always imagined, she was a beacon of light, only I could see The past is gone and we can remember,...
National Bank - Hello, My Name Is Fred
How would you mind if I moved in next door to you? And then would you mind if I held up your door for you? And maybe in time I could knock on your door And you could answer and I could say; hello my name is Fred And...
National Bank - I Hear The Sparrow Sing
There's a peg on the line It is hanging on to clothes There's a grape on the vine So here the story goes I'm a peg on that line And I am holding on to your love With feelings entwined And it's you I had to shove I'm...
National Bank - Look Twice
Stay friends with the ground crew Like friends that you once knew Don't misplace the trust that you have found Short on time's just a habit Life's there if you grab it It's there if you dare to step down Elizabeth and...
National Bank - The National Bank
I'd like to see the world run by kids And the National Bank is where their treasures are hid Like pieces of paper with invisible ink That collect the thoughts it takes children to think I spy With my little eye...
National Bank - Tolerate
If what you believe in, is so sacred That you can not love me anymore Then I'm sorry, that your wisdom Won't prepare you for what's in store Because this bubble, that you call home Will when the winds of change pick-up...
National Bank - What Is Left
What was left of the rain? I could hear under my bicycle tires What was left of your love? I could feel like the steam from a fire What is left of the light? Is alarmed by the dusk and retreat of the sun What is left of...