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Von Rainer Schwede 26.07.2016 um 19:24 Uhr | melden
Burn this house
Burn it blue
Heart running on empty
So lost without you
But the night sky blooms with fire
And the burning bed floats higher
And shes free to fly...
Woman so weary
Spread your unbroken wings
Fly free as the swallow sings
Come to the fireworks
See the dark lady smile
She burns...
And the night sky blooms with fire
And the burning bed floats higher
And shes free to fly...
Burn this night
Black and blue
So cold in the morning
So cold without you
And the night sky blooms with fire
And the burning bed floats higher
And shes free to fly
Y la noche que se incendia,
Y la cama que se eleva,
A volar...
And of the dark days
Painted in dark gray hues
They fade with the dream of you
Wrapped in red velvet
Dancing the night away
I burn...
Midnight flew
Spread those wings
Fly free with the swallows
Fly one with the wind
Y ella es flama que se eleva,
Y es un pájaro a volar
Y es un pájaro a volar
En la noche que se incendia,
El infierno es este cielo
Estrella de oscuridad
And the night sky blooms with fire
And the burning bed floats higher
And she s free to fly
Just a spark in the sky
Painting heaven and hell
Much brighter
Burn this house
Burn it blue
Heart running on empty
So lost without you
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If I threw my broken body
Let it shatter on the rocks
Would you pick up all my imperfections
Keep them hidden in your jewelry box
Would you help this old man singing
Would you save this little boy
Would you treat me like a baby
And let treat you like his toy
Is this it? Is this really it?
This is it
Would you break me like a prism
Would you see my different sides
Would you separate the bright ones
Hang them on your laundry line
Would you help this tired Abraham
Its not just Isaac that is crying
For he who is busy loving
Is both living and is also dying
Is this it? Is this really it?
This is it
Would you know me like a doctor
Would you sing me like a hymn
Would you touch me like a bridesmaid
In some husbands dirty little dream
When these defeated lips have failed me
Would you save my hungry eyes
Would you milk your breasts for honey
Would you feed me all your petty lies
Is this it? Is this really it?
Its all that weve been praying for
Its all that weve been praying for
Is this it? Is this really it?
This is itIf I threw my broken body
Let it shatter on the rocks
Would you pick up all my imperfections
Keep them hidden in your jewelry box
Would you help this old man singing
Would you save this little boy
Would you treat me like a baby
And let treat you like his toy
Is this it? Is this really it?
This is it
Would you break me like a prism
Would you see my different sides
Would you separate the bright ones
Hang them on your laundry line
Would you help this tired Abraham
Its not just Isaac that is crying
For he who is busy loving
Is both living and is also dying
Is this it? Is this really it?
This is it
Would you know me like a doctor
Would you sing me like a hymn
Would you touch me like a bridesmaid
In some husbands dirty little dream
When these defeated lips have failed me
Would you save my hungry eyes
Would you milk your breasts for honey
Would you feed me all your petty lies
Is this it? Is this really it?
Its all that weve been praying for
Its all that weve been praying for
Is this it? Is this really it?
This is it
If I threw my broken body
Let it shatter on the rocks
Would you pick up all my imperfections
Keep them hidden in your jewelry box
Would you help this old man singing
Would you save this little boy
Would you treat me like a baby
And let treat you like his toy
Is this it? Is this really it?
This is it
Would you break me like a prism
Would you see my different sides
Would you separate the bright ones
Hang them on your laundry line
Would you help this tired Abraham
Its not just Isaac that is crying
For he who is busy loving
Is both living and is also dying
Is this it? Is this really it?
This is it
Would you know me like a doctor
Would you sing me like a hymn
Would you touch me like a bridesmaid
In some husbands dirty little dream
When these defeated lips have failed me
Would you save my hungry eyes
Would you milk your breasts for honey
Would you feed me all your petty lies
Is this it? Is this really it?
Its all that weve been praying for
Its all that weve been praying for
Is this it? Is this really it?
This is it
