You turn out the light And the dark sucks on the embers of the fire That smolders in the night And these tumbling boulders of desire Come a-rolling off
time As the dragnet shifts A quarter to nine And the gray cloud lifts away now All the lights in London shining now Slow ye down and stay awhile All the lights
You turn out the light And the dark sucks on the embers of the fire My heart smoulders in the night And these tumbling boulders of desire Come a rolling
the dragnet shifts A quarter to nine and the gray cloud lifts Away now All the lights in London shining now Slow ye down and stay awhile All the lights
ترجمة: الرمادي ، ديفيد. النور.
ترجمة: الرمادي ، ديفيد. أضواء لندن.
As the dragnet shifts A quarter to nine and the gray cloud lifts Away now All the lights in London shining now Slow ye down and stay awhile All the lights
You turn out the light And the dark sucks on the embers of the fire My heart smoulders in the night And these tumbling boulders of desire Come a
am with all these questions hanging from my ceiling low One by one they all keep telling me I told you so Everywhere I turn I see red lights flashing
share some space with the wonder of you you make love to me like i'm a work or art i see the love light in your eyes and i feel so grateful to
Dancing with David I am in the enchanted garden with David He has asked me to dance His eyes thoughtful and disarming i fly to him like a
Jane, oh now Jane You got me like a dog, oh now Jane It's hard biding my time You're sitting pretty in the light For your word know when i'm gone you'
to change the world Fought like a lion even though he was cryin' in a sea of deep despair tried to hide the energy tried to hide the light
trying no use in trying TO CHANGE THE WORLD TO CHANGE THE WORLD TO CHANGE THE WORLD NO MORE KID GLOVES ! Dyin' for a fight No more kid gloves a FIERCE revolution a BLAZING light
' down candy on swangers it's super tight When I pull up at the light At a quarter to midnight You pull up bright Scared to death gotta call it a light
dreams later the shooting gallery wall its like not a wave crash similar to last or next heckle me not already doctored by regrets gray rain beligerant
how I feel the pain But you kiss me and I'm healed Through the baracades of reasons Forgotten hopes and seasons We stand before the waking light Strange
