The power lines went out And I am all alone I don't really care at all Not answering my phone All the games you played The promises you made Couldn't
The power lines went out And I am all alone But I don't really care at all Not answering my phone All the games you played The promises you made Couldn
You're amazing but You're taking too much time I've only got six candles left And I'm trying to keep this off my mind It's getting darker but it's the
The reflecting of light and the traces of dust The heart of it One movement in response to the holler All of it Mouthing the word and smile Thou
Loneliness is my only guest Who visits alone at night When it comes I light two candles Just the way it was And pretend the flames become your
Solo y sin perder el tiempo disfrutando del silencio, ladridos de fondo con ecos lejanos, descubren mi soledad encarnada. En el crepusculo del
Sin poderme comparar haciendo uso de derecho, entre antiguos muros intento hacerme ver. Tres finos cristales que unidos hacen uno, y separan
Por mas que te miro con buenos ojos, no se distinguir cuando tu alma esta tranquila. Un pesar que seguro te envuelve en la soledad de la
Hablo contigo sin que estes susurrandole al viento, pidiendole a Dios que vuelva el dia en que tenia tu compania. Derramo tus lagrimas en mi escritura
Say farewell to your fairweathered friends And not a second too soon To leave a life among ruins Well there was nothing left but to Cut ourselves loose
Breathe a little bit Breathe a little bit for me now Dance a little bit Dance a little bit for me now And when the storm comes late And turns out the
Baby, ooh (Yes, let's go) Come on I've been waiting for you, baby, all night long (I've been waiting for you, baby, all night long) So I could get somebody
(G.Thorpe & S.Smyth) I would walk a mile in your shoes Even though they're way too small I would stop the sun for you And let the candles burn till dawn
They say you died in your sleep From a poison vapour leak in 1917 You were only 23 The time I saw you last was in a piece of glass When you moved across
Downtown tonight, I saw an old friend, someone who I use to take comfort from long before I met you I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire
There's a road that I remember leading to a special place Where the door was always open to a smiling face There's a picture on the mantle of a boy that
Light a candle for the old man who sits staring Out a frosty windowpane Light a candle for the woman who is lonely And every Christmas is the same For
Not the torturer will scare me Nor the body's final fall Nor the barrels of death's rifles Nor the shadows on the wall Nor the night when to the ground