Left Banke Lyrics
Left Banke Lyrics
"Pretty Ballerina Lyrics"
Pressure Lyrics
Here is my Small black box Filled with hurt Sent by you Here is my Small black book Filled with lies Told by you Here is my small black house Filled with fear
Here is my Small black box Filled with hurt Sent by you Here is my Small black book Filled with lies Told by you Here is my small black house Filled with fear
Pretty Ballerina
I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
and then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised,
no not at all
Money Lyrics
I am sick and tired and my money's always spent, and though their jobs are killing me, thier money pays my rent. The fuel of world hate, although it's just a seed, but when it grows and flowers, it beco
I called her yesterday, I am sick and tired and my money's always spent, and though their jobs are killing me, thier money pays my rent. The fuel of world hate, although it's just a seed, but when it grows and flowers, it beco
it should have been tomorrow
I could not keep
the joy that was inside
I begged for her to tell me
if she really loved me
Somewhere a mountain is moving
Afraid it's mo
Family Vault Lyrics
On the point of death the patriarch said: "Don't bury me in a common grave, But in an unusual, comfortable family vault". You must build my tomb according to my wishes To prevent that my
ing without meOn the point of death the patriarch said: "Don't bury me in a common grave, But in an unusual, comfortable family vault". You must build my tomb according to my wishes To prevent that my
I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
and then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised, no not at all
And when
In the Core of a Flame Lyrics
If the Devil had seen your dress He would've changed his name Put down his fork and moved up above Why burn in hell when you burn for love? I know what I mean but just don't say Cos all the old wor
I wake on a dreary Sunday morningIf the Devil had seen your dress He would've changed his name Put down his fork and moved up above Why burn in hell when you burn for love? I know what I mean but just don't say Cos all the old wor
I open up my eyes to find there's rain
And something strange within said,
"go ahead and find her
Just close your eyes, yeah
Just close your eyes and she'll be there"
She'll be there...