pain And cling to each other Like pigeons in the rain And nuzzle over feathered breast With beaks all worn and cracked an stained... Hang on to each other
each other Hang on to each other Hang on to any fucking thing you love... Birds toss precious flowers From the murky skies above... Hang on to each other
True! Love! Don't! Speak! Its! Own! Name!
Vertaling: 'N Silver Mt. Sion. Hang aan mekaar.
Vertaling: Soundtracks (ander voorbeeld) klankbaan. Silver Bells [Atlantiese Starr].
silver Ingrid is my name. Silver Ingrid be my teacher, show me laughter laced with love. Tell my theories of the wind song on the wings of a dove. Silver
une aile d'argent qui traverse le coeur Des tourmentes, Et c'est pour toi, Silver, que je chante: Chansons porte-bonheur, a jamais amarrees, Contre vents et marees, A Silver
We fall we get up, we run we cant fall down, we breath in cut up, we sing our verses of a song, to bleed and see we love to run, dont follow us Dont
air there's A feeling of Christmas. Children laughing, people passing, Meeting smile after smile, And on every street corner you'll hear: Silver bells, silver
Like airplane lights You fill my cup, babe That's for sure I must come back For a little more You got my heart You got my soul You got the silver You
fly in soap bubbles Close your eyes and drink your tears! Don?t scream in front of them ?cause they can disappears? witches and fairies are playing? with your silver
V1) Consumed by thoughts but mouth not work, tongue left aside. A simple ritual a thing so natural but the syllables still hide. C) It?s only you and
and feared had all at once disappeared Colours were drained straight from the sky And nothing living had survived The mountains were merely removed from the earth Silver
She's always saying the right things She gets my heart racing She's singing all the right lines and she's driving me crazy I've never needed much, but
what you meant After all Silver And Gold Silver And Gold What were you Don?t go there It passed by your window (x4) She said! Silver And Gold Silver
(By Fred J. Coots - Jack Little) I wouldn't trade the silver in my mother's hair For all the gold in the world The hands that rocked my cradle Through
(By Charles Tobias - Peter DeRose) When your hair has turned to silver I will love you just the same I will only call you sweetheart that will always
here on earth Silver and gold, silver and gold Mean so much more when I see Silver and gold decorations On ev'ry Christmas tree Silver and gold, silver
