Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss me
Tekst :
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift up your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon s sparkling
So kiss me
Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon it s hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We ll take the trail marked on your father s map
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon s sparkling
So kiss me
Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon s sparkling
So kiss me
So kiss me...(2x more)
Inne utwory
Musings Bleeding Loser like me Still burning Deeper On the run We have forgotten An apology In your hands As i die Precious Jesus Tonight Maybe tomorrow A million parachutes With every breath Revenge of the zombie There she goes Brighten my heart Losowe utwory
Oh, every day (x4)
I may never give you flowers
I may be working all these hours
To build a life for me and you
I may never seem to show affection
Please don t take this as rejection
Cos everything I do I do for you
But even if I don t show you how i...
Kiss stepped on puppies
alice drank spit
lee ving beat up hippies
GG ate shit
quincy punx
quincy punx
we rule this fucking place
quincy punx
quincy punx
big dicks in youre face
we mix molotovs
we get drunk
we wreck parties
cause were punk
we piss in the halls...
She likes bars she likes diamonds too
She likes stars if they rendezvous
She drinks champagne to maintain her style
She likes a man only for a while
She likes access to your bank account
She likes dollars, pesos and British pounds
She likes money only in high amounts
baby is cool she knows what counts
She likes...
My gosths and monsters
they wake me every night
sharp teeth and bad breath
wispering your name
I´m not quite lonely
feels more like scared to death
your mamory haunts me
when i put myself to bed
i´ve been sleeping with the lights on
talking to my sleep and waking...
Got the weapons and the target picked out,
Everything s set to go
The escape route s clear the cameras are rolling,
It s gonna be a real big show.
We ll kill for out fifteen minutes,
Gonna be prime time terrorists
Got no dogma or agenda baby,
Everyone s...