Powderfinger - The metre

Tekst :

Blow the candels out raise a glass to the night
Let all the tension out
You ve been wound up so tight
It s a tender trap to plan ahead all the time
If you measure the world
By what you leave behind
Welcome to the saving grace
Welcome to the saving grace
There s a sunset on the road
Reappearing as we go
Keep the glass topped up it s not over just yet
Pull off the sunlight out find a place in the shade
If you measure the world
Welcome to the saving grace
Welcome to the saving grace
There s a sunset on the road
Reappearing as we go

Inne utwory

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

    Gold

    Gold, I give you gold, gold
    did you ever dig for gold into the ground?
    Have you ever wanted gold?
    Have you ever listened to this precious sound?
    The glorious sound of gold...

    Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold
    gold, gold, gold,...

    Ja wiem o tym

    Nie znasz mnie wcale a wcale
    Nie znasz mnie od A do Z
    I jeśli będzie tak dalej
    Nie odkryjesz co chowam na dnie

    Za mało Ciebie obchodzę
    Nie pytasz czego mi brak
    Z drogi codziennie Ci schodzę
    Bo domyślam się, że wolisz tak

    A ja chcę tak...

    Just wave hello

    Just leave all your troubles behind now
    My way is clear and true
    Reach into the light
    That shines in you.

    E giunta l ora del desio
    All around the world
    Questo e il momento dell addio
    All around the world

    Jennifer eccles

    White chalk, written on red brick
    Our love, told in a heart
    It’s there, drawn in the playground
    Love, kiss, hate or adore

    I love Jennifer eccles
    I know that she loves me
    I love jennifer eccles.
    I know that she loves...

    The caretaker

    I live in the cemetery ol caretaker they call me
    In the wintertime I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds
    When a funeral comes the people cry and pray
    They bury their dead and they all go away
    But through their grief I still...