Take this breath in my chest. I crave death and nothing less. Slit my throat 'cuz I'm better off dead. My life has been wasted. Keep me around as if
The possibilities are endless now, the forecast not so good for me now. When you turned away we tore apart. Finding no better way nor time this
Translation: Dusty Springfield. Crumbs Off The Table.
Translation: Natalie Imbruglia. Pigeons and crumbs.
Translation: Micah P Hinson. Yard Of Blonde Girls.
Translation: The Roots. Common Dust (Feat. Kid Crumbs).
Gotta get back gotta figure out a way I'm losing - my senses to you Where'd it go, the bluebird I should follow back home? But where is home? guess it
: Gotta get back gotta figure out a way I'm losing - my senses to you Where'd it go, the bluebird I should follow back home? But where is home? guess
: Quante cose ci dividono lo sai oggi che abbiamo fretta ed amarsi e difficile i tuoi occhi che sorridono a meta calamitano azioni e parole le solite
Blinking lights on the airplane wings Up above the trees Blinking down a morse code signal Especially for me Ain't no rainbow in the sky In the middle
I've got something Maybe i should tell you I may check out At any given time Things won't get better Until they get much worse Is the curse stronger
(Instrumental)
This is the day That i give myself up cold The dust of ages Settles on your days And so you shake your coat off And get on your way Bloodshot and
Ten pounds and a head of hair Came into without a care What they thought were cries Were little laughs Only looking forward and moving fast The little
Everyone is going fetal It's the dance the kids all feel Just get down under your desk Feels like your mama's nest Alright Everyone is going fetal It