the parking lot I'm writing this little song on my way down Never in my life have I felt a heat so hot I had to get out Such a lovely day to go flying
Traduction: Living Colour. Flying.
What if I were you and you were me Still can't see the forest fire beyond the trees Now I'm standing in a field of green The colours burning far as I
Lying on a bed Flying in my head Wishing for the sun Don't let the rain man come Open up the sky Stop living in denial Cut the ropes on me Feel myself
ran the line and transits ran the gambit my memories the paint let the track be my canvas 13 sitting in a park sipping wine casks watching wholecars as they went flying
I stay focused but not blinkered And these snapshot memories in my mind Legacies from another time And I find That as the days pass the colours
through your eyes (Living through life flying high) Flying high Your love shines the way into paradise So I offer my life as a sacrifice And live through your love And live
who's gonna leave Flying domestic flying And when the stewardess is near do not show any fear Heartbeat increasing heartbeat You are a khaki-coloured
the line and transits ran the gambit, My memories the paint, let the track be my canvas, Thirteen sitting in a park, sipping wine casks, Watching whole cars as they went flying
You can live your fantasy Mystasia is the place, is more than you guess, like a sign The sun will always shine You feel like flying in a coloured
i roll with dope rhymes and a lot of kin / hitting summertime coastline metropolitans / Flying through the lights in the centre of the civic / 1 life, bet i'm going to live
This rhapsody of tension has lifted from my chest As my flying connot destroy the nest It is merely a new chapter of this dream Shinning Brightly does
thinker I stay focused but not blinkered And these snapshot memories in my mind Legacies from another time And I find That as the days pass the colours
I can not reach my desires, I dream in blue, the colour of the endless fall into oblivion. I see my sanity flying, I see my self dying... You kept me
(M. Spohn, R. Peinelt, A. Torkler) (from the album "InFormation", 1995) we live in a world where information comes on 24 hours a day and no-one' got a
: Then raise the scarlet standard high Beneath it's folds we'll live and die Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer We'll keep the red flag flying here