Тексты песен «Peter Murphy»

A strange kind of love A strange kind of feeling Swims through your eyes And like the doors To a wide vast dominion They open to your prize This is no terror ground Or place for the rage No broken hearts White wash...

A strange kind of love A strange kind of feeling Swims through your eyes And like the doors To a wide vast dominion They open to your prize This is no terror ground Or place for the rage No broken hearts White wash lies...

When the night is closing Eyes are running wild Then I hear you humming All night long The sign I see it Tell me am I true All I need from you is All I see This city's paved with cold Playboys buying fun...

Stepping on the road He made his way To the stellar far land of his desire Singing strange and hazy by the day Like all the pretty things he once admired Singing pretty like a bird Singing pretty like a high class fool...

Stepping on the road he made his way To the stellar far land of his desire Singing strange and crazy by the day Like all the pretty things he once admired Singing pretty like a bird Singing pretty like a high class fool...

It looks a dream And feels the same I could conquer it And still feel sane The soft hills and shores Beguiled and silent nights The sun waits softly We talk a lot Too much to say We're still too proud It looks a...

How rich is your surface How much do you care Does your blue heart turn away How deep is that stare Time hints that it's on your side Don't think it's there What's past could be a teaser line Between mind and air Was it...

Here stands the canvas beauty at her door Calling beneath the blockade floor See him turn bedeviled and blacked For the canvas beauty had locked him back Away from the king of hearts so pure In with temptations alluring...

Here stands the canvas beauty at her door Calling beneath the blockade floor See him turn bedeviled and blacked For the canvas beauty had locked him back Away from the king of hearts so pure In with temptations alluring...

We have no image We're just called, "The good friends" We call the madmen back As they fly to the ant hills We never know, we never know We sleep in satin nights Throwing energy like bluebirds In twilight In twilight...

I could use your gullibility Distort the painful truth Present a fear and laugh at you Leave you lost unsure removed The must I feel to put it right Put an end to naive faith In slick successes avenue The vacuum of save...

Cool cool breeze Rivers flow below The darkened room is closing down A light emblazoned within a breast Extracting from the sun My hand is reaching for the stars Your hand is swooping low A long long journey Wuthering...

I can't see the light, I'm thrown in disgust They speak of feats, the housed forever A howling wind changed my course It blew me out of bounds so sore All the walls, all the walls that bound me Descending bleak and put...

I find you in the morning After dreams of distant signs You pour yourself over me Like the sun through the blinds You lift me up and get me out Keep me walking but never shout "Hold the secret close", I hear you say...

Deep ocean. Vast sea Deep ocean. Vast sea Your ocean heart, clothed in respect and sweet caress my uneasy mind You dip and you swell, float and you find and sweet caress my uneasy mind Deep ocean. Vast sea Deep ocean...

You came, I saw I held your hand outta sight 'Cause your cause is just a cause 'Cause I came here to be with you I'm like you I'll get inside you Just like you came to be me I'll do the mirror walk Disappearing in her...

Look at them now Look at them do Look they found the dove Their vastness too Whirlpools whirl And dragnets drag Love me do oh love me do Love me find the dove This vastness sings a pretty song This vastness must be...

Let go all the tears of your life The one you left behind Let the pain of the dream go by It's over The love is calling I'm searching You have gone to be free The love is calling I'm searching You have gone to be...

Gone to sound Your vision' thirst On a parted road To wanderlust The means to magic You've still to find Fake Sparkle Or Golden Dust? More or less I've told the score More or less I've told the score...

The girls won't touch me Cos I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mamma threw me out till I...