Don't let yourself go


Don't let yourself go
cause everybody cries
and everybody hurts
sometimes

Jag var bara inte gjord för dessa dar


Jag sköt en hund när jag var fem
Gud minns mitt namn i himlen
Så nu är jag en hund själv
Och någon borde skjuta mig


The tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace

På nära håll


Allt du har väntat på krymper på nära håll
Allting omkring dig är långsamt som jag


Grymt album !



HURTS - SUNDAY


There are times when we question the things we know
Never thought that the cracks will begin to show
We both know love is not that easy
I wish I'd known that it would be this hard to be alone. 
Please, come home!

Loveless nights, they seem so long
I know that I'll hold you someday.
But till you come back where you belong
It's just another lonely Sunday.

Is this the end of the love that had just began?
I always hope that the best it was yet to come.
Please, come back, don't you leave me
We both so young, I know you need me too.
And there'll always be times like these.

Loveless nights, they seem so long
I know that I'll hold you someday.
But till you come back where you belong
It's just another lonely Sunday.

Maybe we'll see that we were wrong
If ever we look back one day
But till you come back where you'll belong
It's just another lonely Sunday.

Lonely, lonely.

If you don't come back tomorrow
I'll be left here in the cold
If you don't come back tomorrow, I'll go

Loveless nights, they seem so long
I know that I'll hold you someday.
But till you come back where you belong
It's just another lonely Sunday.

Maybe we'll see that we were wrong
If ever we look back one day
But till you come back where you'll belong
It's just another lonely Sunday.
Lonely, lonely.


Trouble



Here am I in my little bubble


Radiohead



I'd tell all my friends
But they'd never believe
They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely

I'd show them the stars
And the meaning of life
They'd shut me away
But I'd be all right
All right..


Do you know what i mean?


Open up your fist or you won't receive
the thoughts and the words of every man you'll need


What if...



What if I got it wrong
And no poem or song
Could put right what I got wrong


RSS 2.0