Sundays on clarendon road - texty

Lost Children

2. června 2009 v 19:02 | Faninka 01
We were better
we got worse
apathy is now the course
the feelings aren't in our hands
they float like dead leaves in the vacant plots of our heads
We're big cities
And all the playgrounds
There are lost children.
There's no feeling
words lost meaning
A breeze coming through, leaving question marks
in our strictly combed hair.
We're big cities
And all the playgrounds
There are lost children.

Liverpool

2. června 2009 v 19:01 | Faninka 01
I am such a little child
My father's on the phone
I'm down, he whispers and he moans
Through the white noise
There are people in Liverpool
Noone knows me in Liverpool
Can't pay my taxes or my rent
My lovers and you, you're my only friends
Oh, son, I want to come back home
I don't dare to ask him where that is
Oh, son, I want to come back home
Where's that now, where, where, where
Oh, son, I want to see your face
These years were such a waste
Oh, son, I want to walk those streets again
Keep your feet warm.

Day in Tokio

21. května 2009 v 21:35 | Faninka 01
Today I saw a picture
of skyscrapers at dawn in Tokyo,
In few minutes I was walking down the street,
hai, sukoshi hanashimasu.
If it's so easy to make mistakes,
why it's so hard to do things right then?
Almost everyone's stumbling through the day,
almost everyoneđ's laughing, cause you think you can get away
So here you are
Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka,
Here you are,
Toire wa doko desu ka
Your lips hurt from the smile
Here you are
Who says this is not real is a boring bastard
Today I saw a picture
two lines for mount Fuji, three for trees,
do you wish for many great things you can see
or are you better off fucked up?
If it's so easy to make mistakes,
why it's so hard to do things right then?
We're lost and talking trying to stop the silence
Toire wa doko desu ka?
 
 

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