daß Ehrlichkeit am längsten währt und daß der Geldschein trügt Und dann hast du den Nagel schließlich auf den kopf getroffen
Translation: Werner, Pe. Nail On The Head.
Translation: Storm. Song Of Nagell.
verlor fast den Verstand Dann fuhrt kein Weg zuruck Ich suchte mir 19 Nagel aus gehartetem Stahl Jeder von ihnen ein 30 Zentimeter langer rostfreier Totenpfahl 19 Nagel
du hast mir erst beigebracht Verantwortung zu tragen da? Ehrlichkeit am langsten wahrt und da? der Geldschein trugt Und dann hast du den Nagel schlie
Usually take one last pass through town Stop the car and touch the ground Watch those streetlights Swayin' in the breeze Decorated store fronts Rusty
How do you do it? How do you do these things to me You're like a magician, I can tell you got tricks up your sleeve. You're like a bullfighter. You got
Sam was a carpenter fifty years He pounded out blood, sweat and tears One day he hung his hammer up He wanted to do the things he loved What once was
Love, four words explode above a mnemonic device To remember how it feels when I am with you The glass can't hide My wounds will find the salt around
Feel it stabbing in the air You talk to me of reasons Why you don't care You're always pushing harder I can't get no rest If I could just remember Remember
She said, "California," as a tear fell down her cheek "Small town Missouri just ain't the life for me." Waved goodbye to mom and dad, and all her friends
I can hear you downstairs crying on the phone Telling someone that I?m here but you still feel all alone Maybe we were too young, goodbye, I gotta go
Verse 1 so this is how it ends this is where it all goes down this is what I don't love you feels like It ain't the middle of the night and it ain't
I know what you think, here we go again The same waste of potential that I've always been I've been given the chances and I've burned some bridges up
November's almost over, gentle winter's on the way Still I sit here on this balcony, smoke my brain away Waiting on that phone to ring Wondering which
Sometimes you see someone when you've already got someone Still you wonder what if they had come a long, a long time ago You know that they're feeling
If heaven's where your soul gets fed Your hell is an empty bed But it's never hard to keep it full There ain't too many arms you have to pull You think
