Ben Christophers - Spaces In Between | Текст Иностранной Песни
Between the devil and the deep blue sea I'm craving what i don't want daggers are temptation in my bones I'm sure he knows my name He says praise you
Ben Christophers - Spoonface | Текст Иностранной Песни
Honey swept away her skin Oh my god they're lining up Spoonface Jesus spitting rhythms Sweet abandon smells expensive Eat each finger eat each other Watch myself
Ben Christophers - Before The Winter Parade | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sails her blue eyes over you Savour the springtime of our kiss Souls worn blind by sweetheart cures in Just like lovers do Taste your skin still on my lips And still I
Ben Christophers - River Song | Текст Иностранной Песни
She came 'round here like ravens Little diamonds on water There's blood on your lips Kissed by the ruin glow of your lust Captured in your arms Dead city
Ben Christophers - Fake Eyelash | Текст Иностранной Песни
Inside a rolling stone I look for you Inside a stolen thief I listen closely Murdered by yourself No one else Like a fake eyelash I lie to myself
Ben Christophers - Leaving My Sorrow Behind | Текст Иностранной Песни
Birds flying down Come the morning Wakes you up under the sky Leave my sorrow behind It only weighs me down I feel so bad inside Birds flying home Come
Ben Christophers - Hooded Kiss | Текст Иностранной Песни
A deep river flows of weathered sins and weathered souls A kiss a hooded kiss in the seeds of desire So grief heavenly grief my love you're bringing to me But you've got
Ben Christophers - My Beautiful Demon | Текст Иностранной Песни
I remember you in cine film The sunshine always burst the cloud The smell of cut grass fills the sky Just like the birds of mid july I remember you in cine film I fell
Ben Christophers - Flowers Drink Upon The Ground | Текст Иностранной Песни
Flowers drink upon the ground In the story of nature Queer as folk they think there's gold In those rugged streams But it's been dry for years And they
Ben Christophers - Everybody Stood To See Us | Текст Иностранной Песни
Rip out time, time from the clock No one keeps up with the hands anyway Walk a lonely street of skeleton grins A needle full of empty things But all along we were