Howard Jones - Last supper

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This is our last supper together
The last time we share in this intimacy
We have created a suffering circle that threatens to
Tighten and destroy you and me

Yesterday I flicked through the snapshots we
Kept to remember the tender times
Each little picture and each little memory should bring back a smile
But now brings back a tear of regret

Chorus
Letting go is so hard
Letting go is so hard
So let us love tonight, thinking now of our greatest moments before we
release from this death in life drink the wine and take my hand
Is it a crime to live this lie?
I know that we will never share, share this love again

But we both must be starting again, each one of
us too strong in these chains to remain
This tug of war has weakened our purpose and
pulled us apart from beginning to end

Inne utwory

  • What can i say
  • Pearl in the shell
  • Step into these shoes
  • Empathy
  • Change the man
  • What is love
  • Cookin in the kitchen
  • Elegy
  • Fallin away
  • Rubber morals
  • Assault and battery
  • Dream into action
  • Total conditioning
  • Power of the media
  • Let me be the first to know
  • Angels and lovers
  • Automaton
  • Dig this well deep
  • Heaven give me words
  • Losowe utwory

    W zielonym gaju

    ref: W zielonym gaju, ptaszki spiewaja
    Ptaszki spiewaja pod jaworem

    W zielony sadzie za zywoplotem,
    Codziennie Basie calowal Krzys.
    I nikt nie wiedzial nie wiedzial o tym
    Bo ich zaslanial szumiacy lisc.

    ref: W zielonym gaju...

    Z góry jablonie, z dolu porzeczki
    Geste maliny ze...

    Krieger

    Der krieger erwacht er wurde über nacht zum krieger gemacht
    macht sich bereit hat sich gedacht
    wir haben die längste zeit zeit mit warten verbracht
    zeit mit worten verbracht es uns bequem gemacht
    doch jetzt macht sich zeitlosigkeit breit
    der schläfer erwacht und ist bereit...

    Coffee shop girl

    Three stories on High Street,
    A beanery down below;
    I make that trip everyday,
    I m a face that they all know.

    With a guitar in my hand,
    And a thousand words to say;
    She brings me a drink,
    And then quietly...

    Badlands

    I m talking about the badlands
    Ain t nothing but a sadland
    I don t blame it on the city
    But the badlands put its mark on you

    I see Johnny at the corner
    As the Popsicleman
    All of a sudden he s got a gun in his hand

    Inspiration

    I feel like dying
    everyday
    Am I here
    just to fade away?
    Do you know
    what it means?
    You can think it s OK
    but the story is not
    the same anymore

    Drop me and let me fall
    in a way I haven t
    felt before
    Leave me alone
    don t come any closer
    I m so alone
    and I think I m a loser

    Nobody...