Тексты песен «Ryan Montbleau»

To the one behind the curtain Who gave us heaven for a day And took us out of our blue hard work and gray And gave us heaven for a day: The sunshine the laughter and the look on my face And all the faces that my eyes...

You be that fool paranoia-stricken lover Always trying to nail her only red dress down to the floor. You be that cruel man coming up the stairway every night Peeping through her door. Maybe you that shylock, gambling...

You be that fool paranoia-stricken lover Always trying to nail her only red dress down to the floor. You be that cruel man coming up the stairway every night Peeping through her door. Maybe you that shylock, gambling...

Waiting. Waiting by all these dry vines. Yes, Ive been waiting, waiting, Lord, For the river-tide to pass on by. And I know it aint rolled by yet, Because my ankles and my feet are still wet And got that same subtle...

Dream on, dream on as I may I get a little closer every day To what I think it should be. I drive a little bit futher, further A little further down the road. And worry, worry as I may, I get a little further away, From...

Im giving up the cigarettes Im tired of the drinking Think I'll learn a second language Got some friends are Puerto Rican Speaking of my friends I know they don always keep me in line But I swear they're full of wisdom...

Tell me your number. Tell me your name. Tell me your shoe size, little darling, You can tell me anything, Just don't tell me, tell me, tell me Youve got better things to do. Im talking bout long walks in the sunshine,...

He was the son of a loving businessman Young days filled with affluent affection Late nights all alone walking along those suburban roads Searching for some cosmic connection And as he walked those tree-lined roads He...

Writing letters, only to keep them in my head. Chasing my mind around, building arguments. And it would be easier if you were here to defend, But I remind myself that that wont happen. Six more days til Sunday and I...

Daydream, look upon the world in hues of golden glory Make it all a story. Saving Graces by the dozen my they come so plenty Spread it out for many. You're the hero. Hinges all around you don't feel so Good to give it...

Quiet, auburn, oaken chest Cherry tobaccan and nightworn-- The leaves are at their ripest. Wool-knit and fire-warmed Brisk is somewhere near. But for now, just a hazy, ever-burning maze of red ash will flush us clear...

Don't have much memory, but Ive been there Red sun was shining, fading away. I in my laughter, you in your dismay, We reconciled, reconciled the day. Now there are some things, Things I keep inside that you might like...

Darkness Radio Blaring BEEP BEEP Find the strength to get up and feel around. Slippers in the same place, cold tiles staring. Water hits the face and I can see now. Grey coat, blue tie, Staring at the back of a van...

Operation live my life In a sea of never-beens And I can't work enough, pull the wool enough, Or even play enough to be satisfied within. Small doses, And comes a new trial. And comes a new red-ripe liquor hanging sweet...

Operation live my life In a sea of never-beens And I can't work enough, pull the wool enough, Or even play enough to be satisfied within. Small doses, And comes a new trial. And comes a new red-ripe liquor hanging sweet...

Never had no worries I never had no worries in my life. Said, I never found a care in the world Until I found you by my side. Now you walk in the room, and girl, I swear that you have changed And you tell me that Im no...

Painting lines and taking down numbers. Fall into a drink at the table in the corner. Making eyes with another perfect stranger When in steps my mind, Danger Danger. Danger Danger. Worried about starting again. Stepping...

Take me under and make me understand. Block my lungs off and make me appreciate the air. Show me the way to touch my toes. Make it a little bit easier, now, this pain it ever grows. Show me the way to do the things Ive...

My calloused finger tips Are covered with chalk. And my hippie van sticks out like a sore thumb In the faculty parking lot. I sign an autograph at night time And a bathroom pass by day. And my skin smells like smoke...

Not your sister. Not your brother. Not your friends families fathers Or your one-hundred-sixy IQ. Not your fairy tale. Not your bank roll. Not your flame on fire, false desire Rich mans amenities in front of you Are...