We are like pendulums Our arms swinging at our sides And I am a good little clock Walking along power lines I'm thinking like a swinging door Hinging
ترجمة: سارة هارمر. البندول.
We all live Somewhere near nowhere On dusty roads there All soft and free You said I feel no pain Where are you going With number nothing Unnaturally
What did I do? Tell me, tell me what did I do? Tell me nothin'! I did nothin' wrong! Tell me, nothin' Look at that guy over there, he's so skinny He'
the pendulum The pit and the pendulum With the pit and the pendulum The pit and the pendulum Swinging above my throat In the pit and the pendulum The
Jesus Christ been here and gone What a painful price to pay He's left his life in a thunderstorm Tears cold dark eyes upon Swing pendulum, swing low
Penduli pendulum Swing around, beat the drum In July, I'll deny The illusion I'll be gone, beat the drum There I go, here I come And goodbye means good
watching the world through the eyes of a child leaving the past behind me curiously peeping behind each door already longing for tomorrow there's no need
walls Looking upward there is pained death Holding a pendulum in his frightening hand ...just a second-and I Know:I smile upon my glittering death; ...the moving pendulum
You can hide your eyes, you can dim the lights But they are watching This is a new time with a different kind They are the future, the only one This
Soaking through Colours that hold us up against the wall Soaking through Colours that hold us up against the wall Hold your colours against the wall,
You arrive In the rising sun The hidden passenger That I've been taking Close your eyes Let's forget again As you drag me down I will take you in What
Soaking through Colors that hold us up against the wall Soaking through Colors that hold us up against the wall Hold your colors against the wall, When
Saw you the other day looking so undermined Acting like it wouldn't happen Making sense of anything that you could find Because it's just about to happen
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Why are you using a broken mic? In through rays of your reflection We enter from a terminal connection In through rays of your
It's 9000 miles back to you I still feel like home is in your arms
