You stare in the mirror at the lines in your face And you try to see, girl The way things were when we were at your place In the days it was just you
Beneath the white fire of the moon Love's wings are broken all too soon We never learn Hurt together, hurt alone Don't you sometimes wish Your heart
Beneath the white fire of the moon Love's wings are broken all too soon We never learn Hurt together, hurt alone Don't you sometimes wish Your heart was
(blackmore/glover/turner/lord/paice) 5.42 Got your finger on the trigger Your cold eyes taking aim You took a shot at my heart Let the bullets fly Tell
Got your finger on the trigger Your cold eyes taking aim You took a shot at my heart Let the bullets fly Tell me has one of them got my name What about
When the roots of the tree Are as cold as can be When the wind in the sea Are the moth meets the bee When the rays of the sun Lick your skin with its
Another sleepless night alone, crazy from this jealousy. I heard you call her on the phone, Watched you shave and dress and leave. Walk the floor and
The moon retreats behind a silver cloud As darkness throws its cloak towards the earth And mystery replaces what thought we knew To turn the stone, to
Je la surveille le soir a la tele Vers vingt heures juste avant le J.T. Elle danse dans un film alimentaire Derriere un chanteur qui fait vraiment l'affaire
I cry for your heart of stone I'm gonna wait until you come home Oh why I am I all alone? I'm as good as dead yeah Ooh I lost my sense of passion and
Elle est mon eau de vie La temperature grimpe quand elle entre Elle me sourit Et toute la nuit on danse Avec elle le rythme deviens pervers Avec elle
(Joey Tempest) I've told you once and I've told you twice Wait for that day, when our love will rise To that song that brought our hearts together.
Like a tweak on your nipple... Welcome once again to the ceremony briefly, this is my testimony I see genius in everybody to perceive it in yourself
Act III SCENE FIFTEEN HE USED TO CUT THE GRASS JOE: (to himself as he walks out of prison) I'm out at last Boy, the world sure looks different Wow...
Devant la pierre abandonnee Fleurie de quelques fleurs fanees, Juste une croix qui dechire le vent, Mes souvenirs sont les seuls survivants, Juste une
