There?s a down town corner People down town know And a beat rhythm on the radio And the girl who listens to a young mans song On the block I live on In
For all the love we made Just one thing stays the same The lamp gets dusty, the pipes get rusty But I don't wanna wash my hands clean You say you love
Georgia, you know that you've been on my mind Georgia, we both learned to compromise I'll be there for you When everybody's coming unglued I'll be there
The earth is shaking under siege And every breath we'll meet is fate Still we hunger for a moment of freedom Even though the hour is late I find hope
I sit here by myself Just staring into space I thought I knew you well Well who can ever say It seems I've spent so long I can't define my right from
Waiting up all night, something on my mind I need to tell you why, whoa He's playing you for a fool, he's fooling 'round on you And I just lost my cool
I am taking a chance Walking with my laces loose Wrapped up, taking the maze That everybody's running through Sick of black tie, nickel and dime We're
Are you falling asleep at the wheel Maybe there?s a feeling You've been brushing off Asking reason what's left for me here When he's all out of answers
She wakes and takes her place in line And never bothers asking why The mirror sheds no light at all The days turn into lesser days Until there's only
The Walk I.Hanson,T.Hanson,Z.Hanson Well deep in the woods Where nothing is seen A tightrope is strung to his heel And high on the walk He's down on
D-U-N-G-I D-U-N-G-I (and then say themba) themba themba T-H-E-M-B-A themba (say themba) themba themba T-H-E-M-B-A themba (say ngi ne themba) ngi
I'm blind with eyes wide open My body's tired and broken I want a taste of something, that doesn't leave me dry This hope for answered questions As rare
You say you want to kill yourself It might make it just a little bit easier You think you're the only one who hurts Try looking just a little bit harder
we sit secure in time-honored traditions made never wondering where or when the sickle may come If we don't seek our knowledge to be greater men When
Vertaling: Hanson. Walk.
of them tall And everyone must make a choice Will I go for it all, and possibly fall The tightrope is thin I could possibly win on the walk Well high on the walk
: Waiting up all night There's something on my mind I need to tell you why He's playing you for a fool He's fooling 'round on you And I just lost my
: The earth is shaking under siege And every breath will meet its fate Still we hunger for a moment of freedom Even though the hour is late I find hope
