Seems I got to have a change of scenes
Everynight I have the strangest dreams.
Imprisoned by the way it could have been
Left he are on my own or so it seemed.
I got to leave before I start to scream,
Before someone locks the door and takes to keys
Feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' to good myself
Feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' to good myself
Boy you shelter me with warmth and rye
And even now I sit and I wonder why.
That when I think of you, I start myself to cry.
Just can't waste my time, I must get by.
Gotta stop believin', in all your lies.
Well there's too much to do before I die.
Feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' to good myself
Feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' to good myself
Ooh don't you get too lost, in all I say.
In a better time, you know I really found that way.
But that was then and now you know it's today...
I can't get set for it, guess I'm here to stay.
Till someone comes along and takes my place.
With a different name, and a different face.
Feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' to good myself
Feelin' alright, I'm not feelin' to good myself
I can't dely, I face a mirror
You got to find a really heart carrier
Nice to show to spend a monkey elevecting movies
I got to go, the sunrise is waiting
You’d better call your mom to come help me
Don’t fall so easy for the strangers, selling all the goodies
Can you feel it now?
Sky is falling down
Can you feel it now?
Life going on like voices in the dark
And the heart is not shouting
The days are fully really coming
The nights of the wolf are really coming
The days of the cloud are really coming
The nights of the cards are here to...
Open the door and stare into nothing
I’m on the road to keep your part bumping
Lay back your memories, no more to see how it’s happened
I’m moving on, wasted behind me
I’m going home to escape the Red Army
ain’t your roof-top with the day glow
maybe I could spot it
Can you see it now?
Sky is falling down
Can you see it now?
Life going on like voices in the dark
And the heart is not shouting
The days are fully really coming
The nights of the wolf are really coming
The days of the cloud are really coming
The nights of the cards are here to...
I got to go, the sunrise is waiting
You’d better call your mama to help me
Don’t fall so easy for the strangers, selling all the goodies
I’m moving on, waisted behind me
I’m going home to escape the Red Army
Ain’t your roof-top with the day glow
Maybe I could spot it
Ta niedziela jest jak film, tani klasy "B",
Facet się pałęta w nim w nieciekawym tle,
Scenarzysta forsę wziął, potem zaczął pić
I z dialogów wyszło dno, zero, czyli nic.
Wszyscy święci balują w niebie,
Złoty sypie się kurz,
A ja włóczę się znów bez Ciebie
I do piekła mam tuż.
Tak bym chciał Cię spotkać raz, w ten jedyny dzień
Lub o tydzień cofnąć czas, ale nie da się,
Chociaż samotności smak aż do bólu znam,
Kiedy innych niedziel brak, trudno, co mi tam...
Wszyscy święci balują w niebie,
Złoty sypie się kurz,
A ja włóczę się znów bez Ciebie
I do piekła mam tuż.
Świat się tylko już ze mną kręci,
Gwiazdy płoną jak stal,
Skasowałaś mnie z swej pamięci,
Aż mi siebie jest żal.
W niebie dzisiaj wszyscy, wszyscy świeci mają bal...
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