Traduction: L'Open. Ombres sur le mur.
how does it feel, to be the only one you know. There may be shadows on the wall, Sorrow within you, And when the shadows start to grow. I?m down on
Pair Shadows Dancing Everywhere Burning On The Angry Chair Little Boy Made A Mistake Pink Cloud Has Now Turned To Grey All That I Want Is To Play Get On
pair Shadows dancing everywhere burning on the angry chair Little boy made a mistake Pink cloud has now turned to gray All that I want is to play Get on
A Pair Shadows Dancing Everywhere Burning On The Angry Chair Little Boy Made A Mistake Pink Cloud Has Now Turned To Grey All That I Want Is To Play Get On
sweet perfume Light that came from everywhere Drove shadows from the room And Jesus stood before me With His arms held open wide And I fell down on my
on my mind breaking open doors I've sealed up before Something on my mind makes me run when I thought I've run too far Something on my mind breaking open
up As light as straw and brittle as a bird Today I weigh less than a shadow on the wall Just one more whisper of a voice unheard Tomorrow leave the windows open
it when we sleep Promises never meant to keep When all of the shadows lead As a good man's hiding a dream Do they know that the world's on fire? Time
I ring your bell, The buzzer opens the door. As I walk in, I only mind the floor. I raise my head and I see A shadow on the wall, Vibrantly, Reminding
t think it meant anything to you So I open the door It's the 'friend' that I'd left in the hallway 'Please sit down' A candlelit shadow on a wall near
my head There's nothing I can do To keep from feeling like I blew The only chance I had to make it better The shadow on the wall Is looking down from
storm on the streets, but you still don't go Watching and waiting for the rain to come. And these words wouldn't keep you dry Or wipe tears from an open
a moose Instinct keeps me running Running to keep one chance open Marks on walls, the common outlet Tell the truth and always will Marks on wall destroy
seals on North Park Street. The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks." People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall. It was getting
seems so tall That here I am another day taking on the mystery of it all So many times I've climbed up on a wall Just to dwell amongst its ruins Aching
shadows on the wall in her room she's ten feet tall tonight that's hardly big enough she's a rhinestone in the ruff an angel on the over pass opens up