Milla Jovovich - You keep me
Tekst :
It takes me years
To come down to the door
The floor is strung
With glass and promises
I have to walk for miles
In compromise
To dive into the water
To dive into the water
Your words they go
From the hill to the sea
Sweet words shot from
My favorite gun
My bodies old from you
And your indecision
Stood at your door
With seven lives inside
You keep me here
You keep me here
You lock my doubt in your heart
You know my doubt in my heart
My heart holds cold to seven lives
Seven demons in the night
Give me freedom by the liter
Freedom from the desert light
Your words they go
From the hill to the sea
Sweet words shot from
My favorite gun
My bodies old from you
And your indecision
Stood at your door
With seven lives inside
You keep me here (x3)
Here...
You...ah,ah my hand, my hand, my heart
Ah? my hand, my hand, my heart
Ah...my hand, my hand
My hand, my hand, my heart
My heart holds cold to seven lives (x3)
(alternate ending)
Ah...my heart, my heart
My my my my my my my heart
My...my hand, my hand, my heart
My, my hand, my hand, my heart
My heart holds cold to seven lives
My heart holds cold to seven lives
My...heart, my, my...
Inne utwory
Beat on ice Clock Looking for room Creature Remedy Calm water Boat drives me away Holy fall Take me to Mars Charlie Strange behaviour Diving up Aggravated rose Precious time Come as you like Losowe utwory
Hold...
this morning to you
all night i flew
here i go...
open the floor
open the mirrored sky
catch these feelings falling by
clean your mouth out
with words that don t hurt
-the fall won t be...
A musica é assimtoda
Requebrando a cosciência
Na fumaça das vaidades
humilhadas envenena as conclusões
como meu sangue nunca vai
nunca vai, vai virar vinho
no final do mês se acende o pavio
então
bum,bum,bum, o homem bomba
ataque
You and I under the bright glorious sky
Romantic fears my loving force
Will send you tears
when the sky runs dry
Is it a shame
when I feel safe in your arms
Is it a game
when I catch your smile...
I stir my cup and think of you;
It s just the little things that break me
But it s not right to hold you so tight;
I end up wrestling with God over you...
Whose hands are safer?
Who could steal you from His grip?
It separates the ocean, with a brush...
Can´t get the stink off, he´s been hanging round for days
comes like a comet, suckered you but not your friends
one day he´ll get to you, teach how to be a holy cow
you do it to yourself, you do, and that´s what really hurts
you do it to yourself, just you, you...