them with your palm Maybe you're trying to read them You smooth them with your palm To read them like blindman But the stars stick in your palm
Traduction: Endless Struggle. Dans vos paumes.
your palm Your throw them On the velvet sky like a gambler You smooth them with your palm Maybe you're trying to read them You smooth them with your
Moon shining down through the palms shadows moving on the sand somebody whispering the twenty-third psalm dusty rifle in his trembling hands somebody
dammit You juice your f---ing friends like Dracula but when we kick you out you're just brokula you left a big surprise from Pacific Bell called all your relatives and your
him from himself" [V. Goodnight Kiss] Goodnight kiss in your nightgown Lavender in your bed So innocent as you lie down Sweet dreams that run through your
to keep Your little head upon my shoulder Now go to sleep I told Sally in whispers I'll never bring you harm Her breast it was small And warm in my palm
heed your call Send your love into the future Send your precious love into some distant time Fix that wounded planet with the love of your healing Send your
Moon shinin? down through the palms Shadows movin? on the sand Somebody whisperin? the twenty-third psalm Dusty rifle in his tremblin? hands Somebody
Chorus: If you cant have the one you love then where are you going in your life if you cant have that person in your life then where are you heading in your
to keep Your little head upon my shoulder Now go to sleep I told Sally in whispers I'll never bring you harm Her breast, it was small And warm in my palm
in the streets a part of you and me Challenge time, break the ice, give this world a song Hold the key in the palm of your hand and still we break the
got your cocaine in your gucci shoes You've got your palm springs tan in the new york news You don't like champagne but you take another sip Inside your
to keep Your little head upon my shoulder Now go to sleep I told sally in whispers I'll never bring you harm Her breast it was small And warm in my palm
a silent face can tell and shout the flow of will shall mark the sings let your palms be spoken out thousand stories, thousand lines as it springs
see another shadow behind the hill One shadow is like a wrinkle in the dust You sit on the crest of dune And you have the whole world In your palm
juice your fucking friends like Dracula But when we kick you out you're just brokula You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell Called all your relatives and your
fiction's tomb Then come to me secretly And with your silken feather And with your silken feather Open your rooms, open your rooms Never, in fact,
