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| Ghost | Don't Dream Its Over | Numbness For Sound | Sunday Morning Song | ||||||||
| Lately I've been thinking, Lately I've been dreaming with you
I'm so resistant to this type of thinking
Oh now it's shining through
I was alone for the last time
For my nights vacation with you
A live for the first
Denied by the ghost of you
Oh you take yourself a photograph
And laugh at me please
I know there's little use in crying
It's my wide awake and dying that
I'm used to
I thought we'd walk these streets together
Now I'm hoping that I'll never have to meet you
Step aside from all this anger
And somewhere in between
I can feel you, oh
Ask me "we should try again"
I'm thinking no, you
It's not what I believe in
It's not what I believe in, oh
Won't ya take a photograph
And laugh at me, please
You make yourself a photograph
And laugh at me, please
No I wanna taste your love,
No I, just wanna taste your love
Standing in your shoes
I'm turing round and you're
Standing bare in my doorway
I only wish that I'd been prepared
I'm gonna have to go along with
Your way (oh)
Just take the plastic camera out
It's in the pants you borrowed
In the driveway
Alive from the first
Now I'm denied by the ghost of you
Make yourself a photograph
And laugh at me please
You make yourself a photograph
And laugh at me please
No I wanna taste your love,
No I just wanna taste your love
I was alive from the first
Now I'm denied by the Ghost of you
2000 HKD (BMI)
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There is freedom within There is freedom without Trying to catch the deluge In a paper cup. There is a battle ahead Hey now, Hey now Now I'm towing my car In the paper today Hey now, Hey now Now I'm walking again Only shadows ahead Hey now, Hey now Oh yeah, Oh yeah Don't let them win Come on! N Finn/Roundhead Music (BMI) |
A cold winter city
My feet underground
A pale winter city
A numbness for sound
I'll wait back here
All that you notice
A moment in time
A photograph lost here
Since you were mine
I'll wait back here
Or should I
Start pushing my way back
Yeah, should I start
pushing my way back
I walk past your room
In deep silhouette
You're tired of racing
You're down and I said
I'll wait back here
a cold end, an evening
A soaked cigarette
I'm asleep on a shoulder
That I've never met
I'll wait back here
Or should I
Start pushing my way back
Yeah, should I start
pushing my way back
Cold, and the whiskey is wearing
And I'm on the edge of my breath
Oh, and I'm thinking of leaving
I could just lay down
Lay down and freeze to death
Hey yeah yeah
Oh, hold on
yeah...
Hey yeah yeah
Oh, hold on
A cold winter sun
My feet underground
A pale winter city
A numbness for sound
2003 HKD Music (BMI)
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It's not that bad
We could have died
Chalk it up to being young
prove it was me
On a morning drive
A blurred headlight
From the corner of my eye
If only you were here right now
You'd tell me
Wouldn't it be something
If everything changed
Wouldn't be something in your way
Wouldn't it be more than
Lying in your wake
If you and I would ever cease to be
Your summer dress
A late downpour
And how it caught us on the stairs
That silent song you sing to me
Keeps sayin'
Wouldn't it be something
if everything changed
Wouldn't it be something in your way
Wouldn't it be more than
Living in your wake
If you and I would ever cease to be
We bend I break
You fall we scrape
I blame it all on being older now
I'm still singin'
Wouldn't it be something
If everything changed
Wouldn't be something in your way
Wouldn't it be more than
Living in your wake
If you and I would ever
yeah...
If you and I would ever cease to be
2003 HKD Music (BMI)/Tentative Music, Inc.
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