ترجمة: Doughtie. الأمر لم ينته.
I hear the bells down in the canyon It?s snow in New York, some blue December I?m gone to the moon about you, girl And I?m calling to you throughout the
It will always be, the end of time The end of law, the end of life The dogs will howl and yank the leash From tree to tree and from each to each And
Oh, in the grey Grey ghost that I call home In the grey Stony lonesome I call home In the grey Grey ghost that I call home In the grey, grey ghost that
When your faith in life is gone Come and speak to me When you?re down and all messed up Seek my sympathy When everybody says no, no, no Well, it?s your
All them tremendous brunettes around All them tremendous brunettes All them tremendous brunettes around Slow down, don?t fuck with my high I want to
They say that God is great They say that God is love and I believe them Don?t fear the random fate I trust the hand of the Almighty and the infinite
My circus train pulls through the night Full of lions and trapeze artists I?m done with elephants and clowns I want to run away and join the office Aimless
Please show me how to live Please show me how to have a day I don?t wanna wake up now Why do I have to wake up, anyway? Like a soap star in anguish,
That Cuban girl that brought me low She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now Her mouth was wide and sweet as well And now relentless hours
Oh, nectarine You?re the one to coax the darkness out of me Yeah, out of me Oh, nectarine You?re the one who showed the ghost to me Don?t gaslight me
All my life I've been slow and senseless Not struck dumb, I'm just dumb that's all But I can give you the constellations Lay down here and we'll count
I want to be your absolute ultimate Want to be your only one now Feel the wave come up from your sulkiness Feel the rays you radiate now Sweet and plain
Sunken-eyed girl in the sandwich shop Ladle my soup from the kettle pot, so Swoony my self with the smolder looks Parsin' that gaze for the right intention
Something is reaching me now Something that lives in the dark of my mind It's like a small thought is gone it's like a millstone ground it to sand, and
She got on the train out in cold cos cob the air turned to music just as she walked on she was super smart and she was sensible heirloom pearls on clavicles
Man down at the bus stop do you want worse Bundles of jumble, rocks You got mud on your mouth (Mmm) Do you like it? Beg the doctor ???????????? Go and
Down and without grace Well, I searched you out in every face On the crowded crooked blue streets I don't know how you put the ache in me And I confess
