In the direction of the sun In the direction of the sun Fade into the picture and you're always there Long liquid fingers and a bloodshot stare Screaming
Vertaling: Skree Bome. Rigting van die son.
Saying, I?ll see you never more love, Angelina Making love to the breeze Playing hide and seek with trees and Angelina Gonna drown in your direction
for an answer Almost screaming to be heard Modern words confusing their own need to listen Spirit foresee endless course of aboriginal direction Answer prism, resurrection, the earth, the child, the sun
dreams Flying from a hillside, beckoning the trees A sailboat's awning, mimicking the breeze I'm fighting gravity falling My daddy won't let them get me A voice screams
Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things And then I hate myself for realizing that There's no preventative, directive or safe approach
line them up, let me tally niggas. Trouble makers, call them big guns, rumble makers, let the thunderquake 'em introduce them to the undertaker. Palm trees, big sun
. Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realising that. There's no preventative, directive or safe approach
call me your lady Make me scream your name Come here daddy, you drive me crazy Don't want nobody, but you my baby Hold me tight, and call me your lady Make me scream
from a hillside Beckoning the trees A sailboat's awning Mimicking the breeze I'm fighting gravity falling My Daddy won't let them get me A voice screams
