Break the night with colour
Fools, they think I do not know the road I'm taking
if you meet me on the way, hesitating,
that is just because I know which way I will choose
The corridors of discontent that I've been travelling
on the lonely search for truth, the world's so frightening
nothing's going right today cos nothing ever does
I don't wanna know your secrets
they lie heavy on my head
let's break the night with colour
time for me to move ahead
Monday morning coming down like understanding
momma thinks you are the ground, lookin' so frightning
nothing's going right today cos nothing ever does
I don't wanna know your secrets
they lie heavy on my head
time for me to break my cover
time for me to move ahead
I don't wanna know your secrets
they lie heavy on my head
let's break the night with colour
time for us to move ahead
I don't wanna know your secrets
they lie heavy on my head
time, let's break the night with colour
time for me to move ahead
Fools, they think I do not know the road I'm taking
if you meet me on the way...
R. Ashcroft
The crystal ship
Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line...
The Doors
Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say...
Pink Floyd
Bliz
Post je objavljen 30.05.2006. u 19:51 sati.