Powderfinger - Pick you up

Tekst :

When you are set to throw in your hand
When you are far from home
When what you believe is buried in your hands
When you feel outgrown

I ll be the one to pick you up again
When you decide you ve had enough of it
I ll be the one
I ll be the one

When your speech is slow
When your eyes are closed
When you feel betrayed
When your heart is frayed
When your feet are cold
When your sights are low

I ll be the one to pick you up again
When you decide you ve had enough of it
I ll be the one
I ll be the one

Inne utwory

  • Belter
  • Like a dog
  • Head up in the clouds
  • Skinny Jean
  • Odysseey 5
  • My happiness
  • Grave concern
  • Whatever makes you happy
  • Citadel
  • Not my kind of scene
  • Take me in
  • Roll right by you
  • D.A.F
  • The metre
  • Walking stick
  • Up & down & back again
  • Private man
  • On my mind
  • Losowe utwory

    Melody of you

    You re a painting with symbols deep, symphony
    soft as it shifts from dark beneath
    a poem that flows, caressing my skin
    in all of these things you reside and I
    want you flow from the pen, bow and brush
    with paper and string, and...

    Marslander

    Every morning there s a crow
    telling me the way to go
    different place I m meant to be
    out in space infinity
    circling around the Sun
    on the planet yet to find

    But there s a name down in everything I go
    where to hide again nobody wants...

    Worlds end

    Beyond in time the Astron glows
    Tune into your inner past
    The intervals of light
    Between two successive nights
    The mind predicts the maze

    Cold and dense, but fast as light
    Mercury, the messenger stands in flight
    Sent by the gods to bring us the news

    A methane blast, hard...

    So bad

    When you move electricity pulses
    And the crowd clears out of your way
    When you dance it gets a little explosive
    So look out i think i m headed your way

    I m movin in fast
    Comin on strong
    Baby, youre...

    Hand on my nutsac

    (I got my) I got my hand on my nutsac burnin cross the stage
    in a motherfuckin rage like a animal in a cage
    I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool (fool)
    Fuck around and get cha holdin that jar, Cool!
    Yep that s me on the motherfuckin mic-a...