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Wish I Could Fly
Zašto ne može biti sve kako treba biti?
Zašto neke stvari jednostavno ne možemo pustiti?
Zašto je glupo željeti ne moguće?
Zašto su osjećaji ponekad tako glupi?
ZAŠTO, ZAŠTO, ZAŠTO, ZAŠTO....
Zašto nema odgovora?
"Wish I Could Fly"
Halfway through the night
I wake up in a dream
Echoes in my head
Make every whisper turn into a scream
I dreamed I could fly
Out in the blue
Over this town
Following you
Over the trees
Subways and cars
I'd try to find out
Who you really are
In the middle of the night
Cool sweatin' in my bed
Got the windows open wide
Thinkin' about all the things you said
I wish I could fly
Out in the blue
Over this town
Following you
I'd fly over rooftops
The great boulevards
To try to find out
Who you really are
Who you really are
I wish I could fly now
Wish I could fly now
Wish I could fly now
I wish I could fly
Around and around
Over this town
The dirt on the ground
I'd follow your course
Of doors left ajar
To try to find out
Who you really are
To try to find out
Who you really are
"Spending My Time"
What's the time?
Seems its already morning
I see the sky, its so beautiful and blue
The TV's on
But the only thing showing is a picture of you
Oh, I get up and make myself some coffee
I try to read a bit but the story's too thin
Then I thank the Lord above
That you're not there to see me
In this shape I'm in
Spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small
I stare at the wall
Hoping that you think of me too
I'm spending my time
I try to call but I don't know what to tell you
I leave a kiss on your answering machine
Oh, help me please
Is there someone who can make me
Wake up from this dream?
Spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small
I stare at the wall
Hoping that you are missing me too
I'm spending my time
Watching the sun go down
I fall asleep to the sound
Of "tears of a clown"
A prayer gone blind
I'm spending my time
My friends keep telling me:
Hey, life will go on
Time will make sure will get over you
This silly game of love you play you win only to lose
Spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small
I stare at the wall
Hoping that you are missing me too
I'm spending my time
Watching the sun go down
I fall asleep to the sound
Of "tears of a clown"
A prayer gone blind
A i nije sve tako sivo
, ja sutra idem u Zagreb
Post je objavljen 09.11.2007. u 18:29 sati.