has put it in motion On a wave Never gonna see her again On a wave Got it right, right to the end On a wave Breaking away On a wave Don't care what
flowing motion On a wave, never gonna see her again On a wave, got it right right to the end On a wave, breaking away On a wave Don't care what you'
Traduction: Ash. Sur une vague.
and get a Blues Clue oops I mean a red clue Waynes here, su WOO bet he felt that like the end of a pool cue but I aint banging I aint waving no flag Im
horsefly, lemonade Jar on the red anthill Garden worm, cigarette Ash on the windowsill Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see A woman
A woman king Wristwatch time Slowin as she goes to sleep Black horsefly, lemonade Jar on the red anthill Garden worm, cigarette Ash on the windowsill
nothing but ash in my hand. who would i be without a definite description? a tangible tag line? the weight of one question can be enough to make a back
remains Ash to ash, ash to ash Dust to dust, dust to dust Fade to black, fade to black The memory remains, yeah Like a faded Prima Donna Yeah, yeah,
there's this burning Like there's always been I never been so alone And I've never been so alive Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by The cigarette ash
deep, throw off my second teaser Activate off thought waves, picked up by moray Eels makin' you distill back to earth like a astro In a light fluffy
With disbelief suspended On a shining pendulum of faith Hanging half awake and dreaming Of burning cities gleaming Beneath a sky of ash and slate
of your heart) Bleached by the dark oceans of clouds Rainstorms of ash, stars on the ground All around my saltbreakers (Floating like a butterfly, stinging like a
aftermath. Attack is the best form of defense--fingers on a keyboard play, When genocide's a numbered sequence death is but a breath away. I. I hear
watch them burn Dancin' in the rain of descendin' ash Dancin' on your grave, I'll see you all fallin' Dancin' in the rain of descendin' ash Dancin' in
u ima do it I did it got my city on my fitted bout to pop a lets get it lets get it motherfucker what you waitin on it is about a minute past piston
waves as all of my problems wash away You can hear my laughter just before I start to drown And if everyone here is a child of God's, this world is a
tired cause he's lying on his back. Crackling curtains dance in ribbons, flames are waltzing down the hall - a beetle turns a summersault in a matchbox
