Icicle Works - Who do you want for your love
Tekst :
I m not yet convinced that pride will come before a fall
I have seen you standing in your Sunday best and all
Waiting for a fool to take you further than you are
Given time you ll finish every heartache that you start
Chorus: Who do you want for your love
Better make up your mind cos time is passing
You ll be left behind
Who do you want for your love
Better make up your mind cos time is passing
Who do you want for your love
How can I deny that I would take you for my own
Love to play the loner till I find myself alone
Perhaps your indecision speaks of why I ve tried for so long
Talk about you, sing about your brown eyes in a song
Repeat Chorus
Could you make that move embrace that certain moment
When you know you re on your own, lose those apron strings
Dance and sing
I know cos I ve been there, let me tell you it s no party
When you re lost, count the cost, falling on someone is not the answer
Repeat Chorus
Inne utwory
Two two three Permanent damage Nirvana I still want you Turn any corner Up here in the north of England Walking with a mountain In the cauldron of love Everybody loves to play the fool Birds fly Reaping the rich harvest Seven horses A factory in the desert Love is a wonderful colour What she did to my mind Dumb angel Motorcycle rider Melanie still hurts Hope springs eternal Losowe utwory
It brakes my heart
To see you go
I fall apart
Like a broken door
I ll surely die
If you re gone too long
Your absence cries
Like a silent song
I pound the walls
With bloody hands
Das, was du im Herzen trägst
ist so lieblich, so fein, so fein
ich verlier mich in jeder Sekunde mehr
so vertraut, so unglaublich rein
Durch dich erscheint was mir so wichtig war
plötzlich so nichtig und klein
so sinnlos so furchtvoll ohne...
I still believe in Santa Claus, maybe that s just because I m still
a child at heart,
and I still believe in old St. Nick, but then again maybe that s the
trick we need, we need to retreat to a world of make believe.
Pobrecita guacamaya ay! Que lastima me das
Ay que lastima me das, pobrecita guacamaya
Se acabron las pitahayas ahora si que comeras
Pobrecita guacamaya ay! Que lastima me das
Vuela, vuela, vuela, como yo vole
Cuando me llevaron preso senorita por usted
Vuela, vuela, vuela, como yo vole
Cuando me llevaron preso senorita por usted
Una guacamaya pinta...
Biased till the last day
Till the day I have to die
To overcome the legacy
And asked my self - why?
Seeking for the truth that hides in the shady past
Our frightful past tense leads to the typecast
I ve spoken out - accused and worried
Fucking bleed - historical force feed
I ve been accused...