You want to dance with the angels Well then, embroider me with gold And I will fly with the angels And you can dance with me Sing with the angels Well
I didn't come this far For you to make this hard for me And now you want to ask me "how"? It's like how does your heart beat, why do you breathe? How
She wanted to be a cowboy She was shootin' 'em down She was tramping around He walked in crooked with the clear blue eyes There's a nice pool at my motel
Going as far as I can go Away from here Away from you Jake And the hole you've sunk me into I wish that I could belong here with you And just be But that
I told you I was sorry, I told you I was wrong I said it was an accident and don't tell anyone But you love to circle round and round, you're so misunderstood
"It's not really poetry but it's pretty", he said As he raises his voice, she lowers her head "It makes my heart heavy, you're lonely, I think Oh, Rose
When I'm done with thinking Then I'm done with you And when I'm done with crying And then I'm done with you When I feel so tired And then I'm done with
(Ohh, ohh) I did not want to be stuck One second longer Than I had to be there Stuck inside the door I'm always scared I'll slam my fingers in the door
No teacher to follow No prophet to tell me how But I know what I want I know what I want now Like water, it rushes It's the last thing you see When you
In an open room that echoes well This is where I can tell you everything Ba da da This is where I meet my muse And it feeds me And this is how I buy
This isn't what I like to call flattery But I know that I believe That I've found what's true That I've found what's you Truthfully I am finding finally
electric like static Slaughtered, you're weak there's no need to speak You change your shoelaces I light firecrackers You step on the sparks You change your shoelaces I light firecrackers
Preklad: Lisa Loeb. Žabka.
You want to dance with the angels? Then embroider me with gold, and I will fly with the angels, And you can dance with me. Sing with the angels?
She wanted to be a cowboy, She was shootin' 'em down, She was tramping around. He walked in crooked with the clear blue eyes. "There's a nice pool
electric like static. Slaughtered, you're weak - there's no need to speak. You change your shoelaces. I light firecrackers. You step on the sparks. You change your shoelaces, I light firecrackers
"It's not really poetry, but it's pretty," he said. As he raises his voice, she lowers her head. "It makes my heart heavy, you're lonely, I think.
When I'm done with thinking, then I'm done with you. When I'm done with crying, then I'm done with you. When I feel so tired, then I'm done with you
