Тексты песен «Poets Of The Fall»

Well it's a different man in your face And so out of place That you can see anything there that you wish Kiss my bliss It's like I'm a welcoming freakshow doormat Held in awe while growing fat in the head This is where...

If this machine doesn't stop, what will you do if it never goes out Never goes out of season It never stops as it turns, there ain't no passion, yet it burns Introducing my prison Losing myself in this place, soon I'm...

What do we have but illusions Where one man's absolute is another's choice Giving in to confusion Till love and hate both tempt with the same voice Won't you take me to a higher ground I need to see again the way I'm...

I've walked the distance, I paid my dues and tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real, held no appeal I've been to places, I've seen the tidings, I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal...

Gotta get a hold of myself I see them gathering around And they need me to do their will It's like I'm standing again On the same window sill Am I happy on the pill If I wanna be the man Should I open my wrist again...

Never said you'd promise anything Never told to trust you blindly Never thought you'd hurt me either Never had a chance Now ain't that so Never should've wept When you let go Never thought You'd push me away Sad...

More in my face than is my taste I grow so weary I'll surrender to what they say Let them lead the way Till' I can no longer remember my darling dreams Prewritten scenes, whatever felt my own So to save face I'll take...

We made ourselves at home Out of our dreams Brought with us this love now bittersweet And maybe I could say now that I always thought of you Are you wrong to walk with me your whole life through? And I know, we go...

Hear your heartbeat Beat a frantic pace And it's not even seven AM You're feeling the rush of anguish settling You cannot help showing them in Hurry up then Or you'll fall behind and They will take control of you And...

Слышу твоё сердце, Бьющееся в безумном темпе. Ещё даже нет семи, А ты уже чувствуешь, как боль завладевает тобой.... ты не можешь не встретить их, Поэтому поторопись, Иначе опоздаешь, И они возьмут тебя под свой...

Hear your heartbeat Beat a frantic pace And it's not even seven AM You're feeling the rush of anguish settling You cannot help showing them in. Hurry up then Or you'll fall behind and They will take control...

I danced a tango with my hubris high on youth We swept across the dance floor to subjective truth But there was no harmony there No reason for coexistence Nothing to span the distance, now Do we even know who we are...

I wake up to the sound of rain upon my sill Pick up the pieces of my yesterday old thrill Can I deliver this used up shiver To how I pronounce my life And I leave it up to faith to go by it's own will Back row to the...

The devil may smile with an angels face A cat may be stolen of it's grace They say it's just a matter of time and place A man may be less than an animal The antichrist write up the honor roll The tightrope walker take...

Morning comes slow today Memories push through from yesterday Where will I be tomorrow What do I have to show From my life Stay I need you here for a new day to break Stay I want you near like a shadow in my wake...

Утро сегодня наступило медленно. Воспоминания прорываются со вчерашнего дня. Где я буду завтра? Что я должен буду показать Из своей жизни? Останься, ты мне нужна, Чтобы новый день что-то изменил. Останься, я хочу,...

Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel, but I see, tears flow quietly. The struggle she's seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing, paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me...

Cause really I'm a psycho... Hehehe, yeah You know I am a psycho I told you I'm a psycho (psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho...) You know I'm a psycho I told you I'm a psycho Really... I'm a psycho (I told ya'... I told...

There's an old tale wrought with the mystery of Tom The poet and his muse And the magic lake which gave a life To the words the poet used Now the muse she was his happiness And he rhymed about her grace And told her...

Today, it's in the air again today, another incident that just went off No way, this time I will not take blame, it's pretty obvious who needs to shut up Ashtrays filled with the fruits of our transgressions, here and...