Alison Moyet - Wishing you were here
Tekst :
I can t begin to tell you how it feels
It s a clear blue sky
Out here my heart so full it s fit to burst
Just counting the hours
Home, such a long way gone
How to share a day, here s my only way
Send myself to you
Wishing you were here
I can t begin to tell you where I ve been
It s a world behind
And if we are to find our heaven here
We just have to look harder
Now I can see you
I never could before, now I want nothing more
When I close my eyes
Wishing you were here
Home such a long way gone
How to share a day, here s my only way
When I close my eyes
Wishing you were here
I can t begin to tell you how it feels
Inne utwory
Weak in the presence of beauty Footsteps You got me wrong Rise That ole devil called love No giveaway Is this love Love resurrection Only you Honey for the bees All cried out Stay So am i Invisible For you only Twisting the knife Ode to boy Ordinary girl Find me Losowe utwory
I am so high, I can can hear heaven
I am so high, I can hear heaven
Whoa, but heaven…, no heaven don’t hear me.
And they say
That a hero could save us
I’m gonna stand here and wait
I’ll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch...
Surprise, surprise, SURPRISE!
They re after you
Three cheers for doing time
It s all a joke
On the run with nowhere to go
Cause I m building a legend in slow-mo
Always waiting here for someone to save me
I ll go it alone
Busty livings so dated
Who gives a fuck if I m hated
Yeah, secrets,...
I don’t need anyone
Don’t need no mom and dad
Don’t need no pretty face
Don’t need no human race
I got some news for you
Don’t even need you too
I got my devil machine
Got my electronic dream
Sonic reducer
Ain’t no loser
I’m a sonic reducer
Dear prudence, won t you come out to play
dear prudence, greet the brand new day
the sun is up, the sky is blue
it s beautiful and so are you
dear prudence won t you come out and play?
dear prudence open up your...
I watch it trickle from your lips
pearls of ripe ruby
soaking up your head until you want to push through
then the world turns red
and the wine tastes sour
pushing back the hand into the midnight hour
every door is closing...