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She holds his clothes in the dark
rocking them she whispers
her hand falls slowly from her neck
to her left a streetlight dances gently through a window
it hurts to say his name
she swears she can hear him calling her, hey Avery
there between her craving and imagination
it falls into the night
the air is still and he's still calling her, hey Avery
Is there room enough for me, its been so long
Is there something you should say to me, Avery?
pity drives him down, his candle burning out
she thought it was the answer
her pity drives her down, her years are burning out
she thought it was the answer
her cross still hanging in the corner
she's afraid to take it down
it reminds her she's gotta start life over
hey Avery, Is there room enough for me, its been so long
Is there something you should say to me, Avery?
pity drives him down, his candle burning out
she thought it was the answer
her pity drives her down, her years are burning out
she's dying from the answer
she wears his picture on a chain
she prays that the pain won't last forever
and I know that she's still praying
that the pain won't last forever
there between her craving and imagination
it falls into the night
the air is still and he's still calling her, hey Avery
why wasn't there room enough for me?
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czytano: 1882 razy
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Liroy : Moja autobiografia
I
Minęło 27 lat od kiedy przyszedłem na świat
71 rocznik - Kielce
moje miasto, moja mała ojczyzna
zajebista
to jest oczywista sprawa
mój dom to pocieszki a pocieszki to zabawa
stary taka właśnie klima
czy lato czy zima, -
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deszcz czy słońce
zawsze tam było na maxi bez końca
od małego musiałem stawiać życiu czoła
podwórko, kumple to była dla mnie szkoła
stary
imprezy, kanciapy, godziny policyjne, wojny osiedlowe
niewinne dzieciństwo - stary zapo-
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mnij
nie jedna osoba jeszcze nie raz to wspomni
jak to było kiedy osiedle się bawiło
wspomnimy nie raz jak to wtedy stary było
II
Od dzieciństwa miałem tylko same problemy
ciągłe kłopoty ze szkołą
ojcem - bez ści....
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