a song is a citySee him walking in the park
With a few things on his mind
He's been talking with the ones
With the ones that he loves
Tell me who is gonna pay
I'm so anxious I don't know
You can see it on their face
Black Fingernails, Red WineBlack fingernails, red wine
I wanna make you, all mine
A lot of people, underground
You wanna get there
You gotta go straight down, straight down
There's a culture, everywhere
Smoke clouds, hang in the air
Breaking UpA handful of sand
Is all that you grab
As you're watching the money fall
Right through your hands
Come DownSo get up off the floor
I've heard it all before
You're only coming down
It'll pass before too long
So get up off the ground
I've heard it all before
I need a little more
DriverHold me tight, don't let me go,
oh I'm the one who takes you home tonight
Whisperin' Whiskey and Gin
I'm the one who takes you home tonight
oh Yeah, yeah, yeah,
oh Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Foreign LandПесня написанная под впечатлением смерти Хита Леджера, который как и музыканты из австралийского Перта. О том как умирать на чужой земле.
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Steady my shaky hands
Shut off the world's demands
Just get the facts down
Do you understand?
This is a foreign land
from the seaOoooh
I'm so spaced out today
Ooooh
I could have slept for days
It's like a radar
And it comes
To you
From the sea
How Does It FeelYou live so much its like
you're dying
You can't get up your body's
trying
Or you're built so tall its like
you're flying
But rocks that fall the sky
keeps climbing
LiarYou know, you know, you know I'm a liar
I can't, I can't get burnt by the fire
but you, had too
I know, it's you, when you come around crying
I cannot sleep with a room full of trying
but you, had too
it's not cool
Life Is Better With YouHey whatever happened to you last night
We thought we lost you there
Those long days
And long long nights
They keep you up inside
Stay awake all night talking about our friends
It never ends
London BombsDrag me by the ankles
To the bottom of the ocean
There I'll stay forever
Until you come back from England
The London Bombs
I stayed up forever
Morning LightThe American situation
Is on our minds again
And I don't know if I've been here before
We would try to go to sleep
But we're running around in circles
For fear of falling down we can't get up
And I wait for the morning light
New YorkHey hey, I know it wasn't New York
Where I lost my mind
Hey hey, I know I must have left it
It was back home all the time,
and where were you while we lay
so drunk that we died
Older Than YouOh inner city streets
Where i sleep
I watched her take this romance
Home to me
Oh
I believe in something more
I watched her heart
See SawYou can whistle like a see saw
Try for the sky, try for the ground
You can listen hard and never find the answer
Does this mean that your not home?
There's a hole to fix anytime you like
when your in love oh-oh
Everyday gets a little bit to and fro oh-oh
Setting SunI've been waiting for too long,
Staring at the sun
Waiting for the night to come,
So I can get things done
I can't wait for this no more,
My eyes have come undone
If my star will ever rise,
Let it be the only one
Slow DownSlow Down, Your letting everybody down
Slow Down, Your letting everybody down
Slow Down, Your letting everybody down
Slow Down, Your letting everybody down
Slow Down, Your letting everybody down
Slow Down, Your letting everybody down
Slow Down, Your letting everybody down
This RoomWhat ever happened to this room?
It used to be so good
But now the days pile on the floor
And rain leaks through the crepe paper
We stuck up on the door
No more pictures on the wall
No more memories of holidays
ThunderclapThe thunderclap, I hear the sound
Like a cool call of my my name
It's only the rain
Like a light that does not flicker
I won't let the cold then make us bitter
I carry words upon my shoulders
And I will never let you down
Wake UpHey there young girl
Throw it up here
and I'll catch it in my tree Throw it higher
If you bring a ladder
then we can be near
It's no secret
Ill tell you all about it on your next birthday
You won't believe this