Powderfinger - (return Of) The Electric Horseman | Текст Иностранной Песни
In my head, inside my dreams Under my hand as no one's seen Bent to the will of the others Strange kind of day to discover That all seasons fail and recover
Powderfinger - Hurried Bloom | Текст Иностранной Песни
She has a hand of reasons to lose him He liberates her often hidden smile She buried trust faded away He swallowed any promises they made Darkness to weave its silent
Powderfinger - Come Bless My Soul | Текст Иностранной Песни
Push me right over And hold me down under the waves If I'm out breath maybe I'll recognise my mistakes Coz nothing I've done yeah Is worthy of showing to
Powderfinger - We Should Be Together Now | Текст Иностранной Песни
What are you looking for this time around? Might need something to bring you to ground Everything turning me inside and out What are you looking for this time around?
Powderfinger - Sunsets | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sunsets over the beaches from now on Each day looking for new ways to go on Maybe I should drop by, maybe I should have called Maybe I should have followed you and beat
Powderfinger - The Day You Come | Текст Иностранной Песни
Memories are fading, a single voice complaining While days are stacking up Its hardly worth debating, the people are frustrated Drink from poison cup The system is
Powderfinger - Capoicity | Текст Иностранной Песни
Honesty is out of style So hammer in the coffin nails A message sent across to land With kisses for you Well tell them nothing Our little secret Theyll never
Powderfinger - Living Type | Текст Иностранной Песни
And you'll be there to break my fall To reassure my doubts and faults And all your fables will ring true They are the lies you lean on too There's love on your
Powderfinger - Waiting For The Sun | Текст Иностранной Песни
This will be an uncertain time for us, my love I can hear the echo of your voice in my head Singing, my love I can see your face there in my hands, my love I have been
Powderfinger - Hindley Street | Текст Иностранной Песни
A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four The Hindley Street parade shuffles to my door The hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn Twenty-five in thirty days makes