It comes to me these nights In half-conscious-state visions Staring at the lens the one ever staring at me It can matter not to them When toilers fall
more Hey Nelson Algren, Chicago seemed tired last night They had cigarettes where there were supposed to be eyes Hey William Butler Yeats, all the Irish seemed wired last
'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions This'll be the last chance you get to drop my name 'Cause I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions This'll be the last
I wanna Sunday kind of love A love to last past Saturday night And I?d like to know it?s more than love at first sight And I wanna Sunday kind of love
She took a rolled-up twenty out of her pocket And paid for my cigarettes We were friends at first sight in the 7-Eleven light She said here let me cover
remain, forever remain Forever remain, forever remain This could be my last regress Last exit for the lost This could be my last regress Last exit for the lost Last
always doubted me I just spent my last day, Sunday Last Sunday Sing my praises now that I'm away Don't wipe your feet on me like you did on my last
on last Sunday I came a long way From South Carolina to Ohi-a Wasn't fussy about the way I came To me it was all the same I left the beach on last
I'm sittin' in my room, I'm starin' out my window And I wonder where you've gone Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn Outside the wind
Lungo le file di sale andava il vento che pace non ha; pioggia di gocce di mare sopra il fango di citta. File di muri di cera in mano al tempo che vero
Sotto un cielo neronero sopra un Ford del ?26, arrivammo che era l?alba, poco prima delle sei. Giunti a porta capuana, a due passi dalla stazione vedemmo
remain Forever remain This could be my last regress Last exit for the lost This could be my last regress Last exit for the lost This could be my last
do what I go to.. the truth) I had to bring you in for questioning. I went to your grave (Is you could slit my throat) Dug up your body. ( And with my one last
SP Le jugement dernier. Je peux backer tous mes peches Ne si jeune dans un milieu si vieux, j'ai pas grand chose pis j'ai trop d'orgueil pour meme
I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions This'll be last chance you get to drop my name Cause I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions This'll be last
occhi e Lo sento di nuovo il rumore di un bacio Lascia Che io cada in fondo a questa domenica Solo un angolo di pomeriggio resta E rimane in fondo a questa domenica
Translation: Children Songs. Tomorrow Sunday EST.
Translation: Fields Of The Nephilim. Last Exit For The Lost.
