Howard Jones - Last supper
Tekst :
This is our last supper togetherThe 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
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...