Тексты песен «Thea Gilmore»

La la da da da La la da da da La la da da da La la da da da Got all my fortunes working up the road Waking up the neighbours, loosening the load There'll be no rehearsal, this is not a dream There are no stations to...

Beauty is skin deep And mine's not even that You broke through, I couldn't touch you And you left me shaking on the concrete ground Its funny how things Just turn around in one minute You got what you wanted But man I'm...

You talk about love like it's something you found on your shoe Guess your feelings for me are just a mild inconvenience to you And I hate you but still play your game And you hate me but tie me to you all the same Like...

Spare me the psycho babble the mental rub-down For the third time today I put his record on I caught this ailment on the rebound I'm looking for another one Just listen to the DJ and follow the instructions Yeah, you're...

Headstrong, heavy weather Going at it Hell-for-leather Red lights flashing on Some little pop song Boys get out your Balzac The Empire's gonna strike back The critics and the diplomats are living in a tin shack...

Sometimes it felt that I was swimming against the flow If I could swim at all And often I needed something to lean upon But it never seemed to be there And maybe it'll be a great year Yeah, maybe it'll be a great year...

My voice has been boxed on a shelf by the door And my hands may be cold but my wry smile's still warm And she can't believe that I'm not gonna fight Guess I'm too just busy doing battle from the inside And I feel you,...

Tell me, are you really leaving? I fell so far I'm almost on the ceiling You said I've got a way with words, I'm not so sure But baby I know I got away with murder So then, here we are full circle And I'm tired of the...

I've got mud on my shoes I've got a hole in my head I've got mud on my shoes I've got a hole in my head It is high fashion It is highly suspect We're one groove short of a record Oh we're forty four Yeah, we're one...

Hey, looks like sleep is here Its two thirty AM the town has been cleared and The traffic has stopped for the minute at least We lie like a symphony under the sheets And earlier today you said 'you know, girl 'We're...

Keep me again at arms length All I hear is your heart, you know baby It never shuts up And its all right This heart is on fire Just save your own ass go Leaving me burning Maybe I am the one that you run to when she...

I'm sitting here like statistics Amid teenage pregnancies and misfits Plotting my uncertain chart And the constant of our frequency The graph that follows your feelings for me Looks like a work of abstract art And in...

I don't know I don't know I don't know what it was that was making me Curl up in the corner and be secondary to you I can see I can see I can see that these lies are a soul disease And your emotional coffin is warping...

Bring, bring, bring it to me Bright stars on another gilded tree And for all of this time There's a greater surprise Sing, sing, sing for old December Time, time, tell me there's still time Season, always warmth and...

Well, I'm looking for an old soul Where am I gonna go? I'm looking for an old soul Does anybody know? I don't want the worldly wise I don't want a good disguise Just looking for an old soul And I'm looking for a white...

Sex is the open sesame, to a rich mans eyes. And I am not prepared to be patronised, to compromise, to sanitise my ugly tongue cold eyes. And babe you know you'd better watch those incriminations, watch what those...

Up in the midnight blue, That's where I'm going to Up where the sirens' scream Through every misplaced dream Up with the Pirate Moon In bloody monochrome That's where I'll call my home Up where the stars will die...

Play something that we need to hear Play to make the ghosts appear Play until the bottles gone Play, play because your heart's at stake Play enough to liberate Play until the bottles gone. Well did you hear them quote...

Are you receiving me? I'll give you Something to write home about Put the colour back in your cheeks and take the "milk of" out Call it what you will, I'll call it Pontiac to home girl Born to the losing side, over and...

Through the iron winter to the fires of June Through the five o'clock skyline to the deeadlocked moon There's a flickering figure dancing alone Making her junk creatures out of rags and bones Where the vapour is rising...