One sign, one devastation I could have said no to the walk Listened instead of just talked And i dreamed that i had screamed I could have run, down the stairs to the sun
, but signatured in cursive style Motherfuckers be tattle tailing like they taking names So when they take a son they drive by I'll be taking aim Pressure to pian, are you able to maintain, where the sun
away with the sun one day, one day, Fanta ,melt away under the sun one day, one day Fanta flee away with the sun one day, one day, Fanta ,melt away under
About today oh oh oh And all,all he could say Was no one knows tomorrow See I can read the weather child I can say maybe the rain will fall The sun
Time: 2:14 Lead Vocal: Mike; Arranged: Brian; Backgrounds: Brian, Marylin Wilson; Carl, Dennis, Mike and Al; Piano: Brian; Organ/Moog Bass: Brian; Drums
bow bow bow bow) Bells will ring (ri-ii-iing) (bells will ring) The sun will shine (hey hey hey yeah) (the sun will shine) I'll be hers (yeah yeah yeah
walk and talk." "I like you." "I like you too," said Mitchell. He walked to the door. "I must pack," he said. Near a sea of pianos, there were waves
the suicide attempts and what we do in private since they won't let us put up a fence And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun whether it's
unconsciously yearning, and wonderin' where you're at. But when the meadow is shadowed by that old sinking sun; And the roses are bowing for the dew drops to come; At my old upright piano
vie de reve Loin de la vie de merde de ma mere, Pleurant sous les rappels du systeme Entre le shit, les guns et les flics J'ai preferee le titre, le sun
hear ol' Hannah say Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me daddy, move right down I feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink
so blind That they cannot see But I?m not your keeper I don?t have the key I got a piano I can't find the C Come on, Turn up the sun Turn it up for
of a looker, she can handle her Paraldehyde You were up all night at the Captain's Table drinking Tango & gin by the old piano Playing cards and smoking cigars 'til the sun
She lays on the wall Watching the strangers drift away Mid-day's ore--thick With the sun of Arabia She surrenders her voices They gather, on the wind
Today has been a special day An anniversary, a request That you play your piano As the evening sun slowly sets Chorus I never thought I?d get this
of my time looking at blue, The colour of my room and my mood: Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth; The sort of blue between clouds, when the sun