Love
Looks like the song of faith
Could not bring you down
He had to try other places
But I'm sure you'll figure it out
Wind it goes in from the cold
Call me to the south
Two years we couldn't last
And it explains itself
Everybody loves
Yet that's love that brings you down
Drink him up and hold him up for me
He loved me but it's over now
I was looking at the motion magazine
I was dreamning we were lying down
In the dream we were close to 17
Never stronger (?), never down
The next thing you will find to love you
That is to steal the words right out of my mouth
You feed me fast like a stag in the(?)
Even though I'm not around
It's time you call on me
I swear I'll figure it out
I spend (?)speaking all slow
My mind in deep red cloud
Each day I come round the station
See you're not around
In the station men (?)
Or don't you know by now?
Every body loves
Yet I'm still around somehow
Yeah, you're going places
Oh, baby got the same old sounds
Sweet talking, low doping daddy
From a hight delivers down
I see you getting old on the road now
But the old is head of crowd
And now that you're not here
He relies on his lonesome sound
And I know dear you can hear instantly
Even though he's not around
Sing, you, sing, oh you for me
Let keep it
Oh, keep it
Go on, go on
Could not bring you down
He had to try other places
But I'm sure you'll figure it out
Wind it goes in from the cold
Call me to the south
Two years we couldn't last
And it explains itself
Everybody loves
Yet that's love that brings you down
Drink him up and hold him up for me
He loved me but it's over now
I was looking at the motion magazine
I was dreamning we were lying down
In the dream we were close to 17
Never stronger (?), never down
The next thing you will find to love you
That is to steal the words right out of my mouth
You feed me fast like a stag in the(?)
Even though I'm not around
It's time you call on me
I swear I'll figure it out
I spend (?)speaking all slow
My mind in deep red cloud
Each day I come round the station
See you're not around
In the station men (?)
Or don't you know by now?
Every body loves
Yet I'm still around somehow
Yeah, you're going places
Oh, baby got the same old sounds
Sweet talking, low doping daddy
From a hight delivers down
I see you getting old on the road now
But the old is head of crowd
And now that you're not here
He relies on his lonesome sound
And I know dear you can hear instantly
Even though he's not around
Sing, you, sing, oh you for me
Let keep it
Oh, keep it
Go on, go on
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Duell Mcmahon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.