terça-feira, 24 de maio de 2011

Sweet Talk

Lift me up on my honour
Take me over this spell
Get this weight off my shoulders
I've carried it well
Loose these shackles of pressure
Shake me out of these chains
Lead me not to temptation
Hold my hand harder
Ease my mind
Roll down the smoke screen
And open the sky
Let me fly
Then I need a release from
This troublesome mind
Fix my feet
When they're stumbling
And well you know it hurts sometimes
You know it's going to bleed sometimes
Dig me out from this thorn tree
Help me bury my shame
Keep my eyes from the fire
They can't handle the flame
Grace cut out from my brothers
When most of them fell
I carry it well
Let me fly
Then I need a release from
This troublesome mind
Fix my feet
When they're stumbling
I guess you know it hurts sometimes
You know it's going to bleed sometimes
Now hold on
I'm not looking for sweet talk
I'm looking for time
Top a tower and sleep walk
Brother, cause it hurts sometimes
You know it's going to bleed sometimes
Hold on
You know it's going to hurt sometimes
When you call me
Hold on
I'm gonna climb that symphony home
And make it mine
Let it's resonance
Light my way
See, all these pessimistic sufferers
Tend to drag me down
So I could use this to shelter
What good I've found


:(((

My List

Let me wrap myself around you
Let you show me how I see
And when you come back in from nowhere,
do you ever think of me?
When your heart is not able,
let me show you how much I care
I need those eyes to tide me over
I'll take your picture when I go
Gives me strength and gives me patience,
but I'll never let you know
I got nothing on you baby,
but I always said I'd try
Let me show you how much I care.
But sometimes it gets hard and don't she know -
Don't give the ghost up,
just clench your fist.
You should have known by now you were on my list.
Don't give the ghost up,
just clench your fist
You should have known by now you were on my list
Don't give the ghost up,
just clench your fist.
You should have known by now you were wrong . . .
When your heart is not able
and your prayers,
they're not fables.
Let me show you, let me show you,
let me show you how much I care


:(

domingo, 22 de maio de 2011

;

Talvez eu não queira realmente saber
Como seu jardim floresce
Porque eu apenas quero voar
Ultimamente você já sentiu a dor
Na manhã de chuva
Como se estivesse molhado até o osso

Talvez eu apenas queira voar
Eu quero viver, eu não quero morrer
Talvez eu apenas queira respirar
Talvez eu apenas não acredite
Talvez você seja igual a mim
Nós vemos coisas que eles nunca verão
Você e eu iremos viver para sempre


Talvez eu nunca serei
Todas as coisas que eu quero ser
Mas agora não é hora para chorar
Agora é hora de descobrir por quê
Eu penso que você é igual a mim
Nós vemos coisas que eles nunca verão
Você e eu iremos viver para sempre