i close your eyes with my mouth now you don't see anything but you feel my breath all over i can feel you too although i don't really know you i don'
Traduction: The Gathering. Feuilles (Live).
: i close your eyes with my mouth now you don't see anything but you feel my breath all over i can feel you too although i don't really know you i don
i close your eyes with my mouth now you don't see anything but you feel my breath all over i can feel you too although i don't really know you i don
tried to gather the ruins of my life To get the pieces you cut and torn apart So if you call me and if I`m not here Don`t leave no message nor your
Sawing off the pavement repenting their past lives might i be the only payment left to be left behind clay and pigment footsteps rust it boiling clean
i loved it may seem like a madness to be leaving the love nest but i'm taking a chance on a place far away welcome to paradise who said you can't live
Got no love for the Law-But I shed blood for my dog Got no love for the Law-But I shed blood for my dog [Krayzie:] I've been tryin ta gather my niggaz
Gather the broken and leave this life Lying in the earth Side by side Into the nothing Faded and weary I won't leave and let him flll behind Live for
train that keeps on moving Its black smoke scorching the evening sky Millions of stars shining above us like every soul living and dead It's been gathered
The way we gather up niggas to thoroughly rep for My street niggas, C'mon! Stressed niggas, C'mon! Hungry niggas, C'mon! Yes, yes y'all, C'mon! Hope my live
In a country churchyard there's a preacher with his people, Gathered all around to join a man and woman, Spring is here and turtledoves are singing from
you're lying to me...") ("Oh, you dearly love her") ("...just have to leave...) (All our lives") ("Seize the day!") ("Something happened") ("Gather
That I Never Called You Cause I Really Get Shy See That Was A Segue, I Believe The Matter Is What Happens After The Seaon Where The Leaves Just Scatter
(Live With Skin of Skunk Anansie, French Tv Show (Taratata), 10 March 96, Paris.) Skin No I don't want love you, `Cos I know who you are, That`s why
Leaving all the world to play They disappear And the leaves have gathered dust to run like deer Tearing pieces from our lives to feed the dawn Mist
thus streets and valley's Yes we keep Trodin on Let us gather under the seeders in the sycamore trees Let us be a leaf amongst leaves amongst the righteous
