is the soundtrack playing in back of our restless lives And though they make no sense these are the moments we'll remember for the rest of our restless
Vertaling: Die wedstryde. Die Rustelose.
She's no good for me, I know that she's a wildflower She's got a restlessness, a beautifulness, a thing about her But here I am again calling her back
He?s a rebel and a runner He?s a signal turning green He?s a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He?s got a problem with his poisons
quote Down slope, elegant as Fantasia Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards No match, unhatch
summersault in a matchbox by the wall. He's getting restless with his lettuce. Frying tonight in the Dolls House! Mummy's smiling with a match, blows
heat, rising from the street Passion runs so deep to match the fire in your eyes Take your message to the street tonight, rebel son There's a restless
Cold jade wind Not an angel in the sky Just cold jade restless wind Somethin's comin' I know to devastate My soul I pricked my fingers on the thorns
The gift you gave is desire The match that started my fire Empty nights with nothing to do I sit and think, every thought is for you; I get so restless
one more time It ain't even you can hold him down Country's just a breath from town to town He got restless feet and a restless mind Never wanna travel
ON BORROWED TIME I turn my back on him Now it's you that makes me smile But in your arms, I'm restless Like I'm leaving in awhile I let the match and
What wicked wonders lie within the confines Of the panther's den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas
her matches ... It's all that she can Through this darkness ... Cold will take it all She slowly goes From above I am looking Her restless heart Can
They're pretendin, while I'm extendin You bite like a parasite, said that it you attacks But you won't strike, cause you ain't no match You need more
Well I have spent nights with matches and knives Leaning over ledges only two flights up Hurting my heart, burning my soul nothing left to hold Nothing
Everything's so restless The wind has come again Blowing me so far I think I see a star First you think your fortune's lovely And you fly out through
the lee of the bay; don't be bothered Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match
