fighting in the war In the empty world As stiff as toys and tall as men And swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes
As stiff as toys And tall as men And swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes like poisoned birds She talked about
Traduction: The Cure. Le monde vide.
: As stiff as toys And tall as men And swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes like poisoned birds She talked about
As stiff as toys And tall as men And swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes like poison birds She talked about the
? Into the empty storm, into the formless loss of hope, Where we can forget the game And I still believe in nothing Will we ever see the cure for our
alone on my isolated throne Why have you forsaken me? The days outnumbered themselves into the grey And life cries, a dream dies out into the blackness, Stretches for an empty
the rain Pain in my heart bleeding through One day we'll be back for one moment in time Endlessly searching for you... Who can cure my emptiness inside
need no sisters of mercy They set me off like a loaded gun Ain't nothing in this world possessing me Honey you're the only one Can't live in this empty
use her vocab, they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure [Hook -
me once Discover me like emptiness A defense for a broken heart Still offers a smile to the world betrayed... [Pre Chorus:] Always close to the drop Disappear with yesterday Cure
lack of pain, a lack of hope, a lack of anything to say there is no cure for what is killing me I'm on my way down I've looked ahead and saw a world
Suffering from something we're not sure of In a world there is no cure for These lives we live test negative for happiness Flat line, no pulse, but eyes
Emptiness can be so heavy Vacant souls try to fill the holes with money All the hypocrites selling all the lies labeled cure Medicated and sedated The
if I wanted They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail My pocket's on slim fast, tank on empty
if I wanted They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail My pocket's on Slimfast, tank on empty
