worlds Can I interest you in silence? Once I looked to the stars They were all blood Once I looked to the stars If you open that door They were
Traduction: Endless Struggle. Où les rêves vont quand ils meurent?.
one. SALVADOR Time is an ocean of endless tears. SAL I know how hard it's been for you these many years, You say the Aguinaldo makes you dream of home Where
do me, do me, do me Na the way you dey do me Girl, I love the way you do me (do me 6x) Boy, I love the way you do me (do me 6x) Na the way you dey do
minus one Time is an ocean of endless tears I know how hard it's been For you these many years You say the Aguinaldo Makes you dream of home Where
If only they knew where the love they seek Is truly to be found Into the arms of night with their dreams held tight In their endless flight through the
each one to go her separate way And The sky did howl, the hull did groan for how long I do not know And what men were left when the winds had ceased
home, in the darkness. A crowded room of passers by and in the shadows strangers cry, and the ghosts try to hide, When the rains come, when the storms form, when
when helpless wild rose Some sunshine wattle revives all lost hopes But for a simple case of longing What are we to do when homeless in our hearts and
remember when I saw your face You caught me smiling, I had to look away And I could not resist the promise of your kiss Now, dream is all I do, of paradise
show what they mean. Like what? Your heart (huh) explain what makes it tick where do you find the strength to fight and not call it quits. How do you
strong for my weary mind Opening the door The world lies endless, there below Don't know where to go I just can't find the way [Chorus] What good are numbers anyway They
endless waves crash down God is not dead There is no death I say (Come I shall show you where Dreams go to when they die) Hurry now; the sun is descending
And we are broken (Loss!) Loss Light and darkness Light and darkness It seems to the little blue and green world That they do not know each other But they
I drift During my sleep they gambol and play And chase Balls or Children or Giants They play cards and click their eyes They laugh, and take tea at six They laugh as they
and the men have nerves of steel And they dreams of Charlies Angels as they firmly grip the wheel And they fantasise they're screwing in the back seat of the car Fantasise they
are so easily deluded into thinking they've instrumented choice Where in reality they're nothing but passive observers. Passive observers do nothing
