Тексты песен «Peter Mulvey»
Peter Mulvey - So Much More
This is the song that we are always just this side of singing and this is the love that I am always just this side of bringing to you this is your heart and this is my mind and somehow they are tied once in a while we...
Peter Mulvey - Take This
How can I possibly tell it How can I say it all I've built this story up for so long I have so far to fall How can a liar tell the truth A voice inside me shouts Well I guess I will find out Take this from me Take this...
Peter Mulvey - Tender Blindspot
It's cold, but at least the sun is out Her breath hangs glowing in the air She's standing at the car with the key in her hand Like a sleeper coming back from somewhere All at once, the weight has lifted Forgotten the...
Peter Mulvey - The Dream
Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones And inside the blood and the bones are the dreams...
Peter Mulvey - The Dreams
Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones And inside the blood and the bones are the dreams...
Peter Mulvey - The Trouble With Poets
The trouble with poets is they talk to much. They tell us how it hurts them, and it hurts them just a little more. We can not tell; maybe they make that part up! We've never stood in their shoes, in their skins, in...
Peter Mulvey - The Voice
I want a voice I want a deep, resonant, effortless voice A big voice - bigger than me I want to speak and hear the floorboards take it up so that people hear me first with their bodies, and only then with their ears a...
Peter Mulvey - The Way That I Love You
Well the leaves have gone away And the cold is here to stay And the wind picks up and calls my name And the gulls they cough and die And the buses drive on by And they shake my room the way you do And the way that I...
Peter Mulvey - Wings Of The Ragman
It's raining down roses on the stop where you stand As you wait for the morning train The woman beside you, her shoulders are smoking Her eyes are filling with flame And it's nothing new, happens each day Everyone...