Lord, I wanna watch it rain I got a heat since love, as she breaks Dust, we fade the scene Gotta reason in peace, now explain Feelings go on and on Killing
Blood, want to wash away Got to heat this love As she breaks
Traduction: Fields Of The Nephilim. Poussière.
: Blood, want to wash away Got to heat this love As she breaks
parents had their hard times fifty years ago When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as snow [Chorus:] And all this trouble in our fields
will excuse me if I skip the masquerade And I've been waiting in the weeds Waiting for the dust to settle down along the Back roads running through the fields
me count all the bullets I got) Many bricks could move, (you can say 20 a block) Many niggas'll ride (you could fill a football field) (How much money
What about sunrise What about rain What about all the things That you said we were to gain... What about killing fields Is there a time What about all
What about sunrise What about rain What about all the things That you said we were to gain... What about killing fields Is there a time What about
What about sunrise? What about rain? What about all the things That you said we were to gain? What about killing fields? Is there a time? What about all
Garvey messed with Malcolm Little Knowledge Was obtained, fuck your chains and your master nigga We in the field building muscle while you watch the house And dusting
(Michael Jackson) What about sunrise? What about rain? What about all the things That you said we were to gain? What about killing fields? Is there
be there Tonight, a highroad, a highroad out of here The city walls are all come down The dust a smoke screen all around to see Faces ploughed like fields
there Tonight A high road A high road out from here The city walls are all torn down The dust a smoke screen all around See faces ploughed like fields
field, thug overtone, it's like what, yo? Bring it home, we both go gone Pre-cord thought flow in the sober zone My life style, chromosomes frost, hope to clone The crack lust, black dust
claim inspiration, but still can't play shit Talkin' bout you workin' on a symphony And can't even play the tympani Walls of asbestos filled with the best dust
tied to worlds unknown, And this I know. Your breath's like wine, And just like clouds, my skin crawls. It's so divine, the sky it glows with fields
I certainly know I hate my common situation Because I'm on a cord and wings and I'm afraid from heights I'm certainly gonna miss the taste of watermelon And the fields