Three voices on the phone Between me, you and my echo Decide to let me know That you can't hear at all, not at all Constant interference of my echo Can
time [chorus:] (my rival trevor) bids for beauty unknown, (my rival trevor) kills the seeds he has sown, (my rival trevor) always ends up alone. (my rival
The wind was driving in my face The smell of prickly pear [my rival - show me my rival] The milk truck eased into my space Somebody screamed somewhere
Three voices on the phone Between me, you and my echo Decide to let me know That you can't hear at all Constant interference of my echo Can you give me
The wind was driving in my face The smell of prickly pear [My rival - show me my rival] The milk truck eased into my space Somebody screamed somewhere
Preklad: Rival školy. My Echo.
Preklad: Steel Dan. My Rival.
Will I win this war I've had my doubts before They cripple all the drive in me So long just say it When I win this war I want my life like before So
school in bed I don?t know if he?s drunk or dead A slow but steady breath means He?ll live to wreck another day It?s terrible to cross my mind That I
After this High and low A little late to let it go Crooked road To the end Around the way and back again Take your book You forget Liars, thieves and
Come if you can Call if you must Drink what you bring Don?t share it with us Wearied, then rest Don?t drink if you drive We?ll save you the best Take
Take a walk on the wrong side And put your feet on the floor A long face for a long night And you?re really what you came here for And how did end,
Love is a long shot Love is a bird in hand When this stops We?ll be laughing Sing our songs Though they?re barely heard You be the prom queen I?ll be
made Time and space We can be distant Running a different race And nobody really wins And only the fools rush in And only the frightened wait I?d rather be foolish than Be scared of my
Shaking this quilted cocoon Just us two Underneath Middle-western moons By the back roads I?ve got a secret I don?t want to speak The end came as such
Silver Lake With the fakes I?ve got nothing but old things To display By the bay Old jeans and your gold rings How?s your faith My mistake, I thought
You tell me I?ve got better things to do But I?m all spent Tally up the time that I?ve been waiting here for you Haven?t seen you in so long I blink,
to keep The only thing that I want to save And how can you sleep? And how can I trust whatever you say Isn?t helping us Take matters into my own hands
