down and empty, ooh So say goodbye to love And hold your head up high There's no need to rush We're all just waiting, waiting to die Ohh, ohh, ohh,
down and empty. So say goodbye to love, and hold your head up high. There's no need to rush we're all just waiting, waiting to die.
翻訳: 市とカラー. 待っている....
saved and wait for heaven's call? Or would you turn and face the sea and calm decide you care There's chance but if you dare and swift as honour's steeds
It She was always one of the flyest All dressed up ahead of her time and She had a smile that shine like diamonds With long hair the same colour as
cop cars, And we looked up to them like they were rock stars, Paint stained hands and fame like Manson, That's Charles not Marilyn, a city held to ransom, Cans and
is right In this millenia of martyrs and injustices to fight Why must brother kill his brother - when united they should stand? Men by swords and words
Yeah she can't wait My top back with my beat down low Running round the city I don't know where to go I guess I pull up on strip and turn a couple heads
and walk away from me Holding all the weight in my life Now you turn and walk away from me Needing all the strength in my life Now you turn and run
dont need to knooow I dont want to live... In a world where faces change from day to day And i dont want my life to be... Soo full of doubt and misery
there and I can't and I can't close my eyes But I can't leave myself tonight And I was still lost inside And now waiting for everything To fall into place Waiting
time Oh, and I sing All that I can say Maybe just for the moment Things would seem alright Oh, and I sing Oh, and I sing Oh, and I sing Oh, and I sing
missiles up in the sky!' And eyes watched for armies on lonely horizons and down in crowded cities..... A multi-coloured, multi lingual vigil through the day and
choice of colours, inclinations, factions that see only red. He wants them dead. He kills them in his mirror when it's dark... And when he thinks that
need to Shit, we all got our runnin?s now La la la And then this geezer turned 'round to me and said ?What are you doing, you twat? and I was like ?What
city of stone Four floors above the street I cannot tell what kind of flowers they are I'm too far below on the street But the colour they add to the
