I love you once, rock you twice My love's a gun that wants to talk tonight I kiss the lust right from your lips The way it feels will hit you like a blitz
is no happy ever after The time has come Countdown's begun Countdown's begun Countdown's begun Countdown's begun Countdown's begun Countdown's begun
begin the beguine Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember When they begin the beguine Oh
Like love on the run there will be tomorrows The stars and the sun every beam I'll follow Together we're dancing all night long Together we're dancing
[Lyrics by Q. Horatius Flaccus] Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume, labuntur anni nec pietas moram rugis er instanti senectae adferet indomitarque morti;
Grabbed hold of your coat tail But it come off in my hand I reached for your lapel But it weren't sewn on so grand Begged, promised anything If only
Ich habe keinen Namen bin ein fremdes Kind ich weiss nicht mehr woher wir kamen nicht wo wir morgen sind es hA¤ngt an meinen Kleidern noch der Geruch
So war es und so ist es Die stetige Furcht vor dem was vor und hinter diesem Minutenspiel existiert Flucht - die Sucht nach Freiheit ? oder nur die Angst
Du bist meine Freundin so jung und auch so schön und aus diesem Grunde darf vieles nicht geschehn denn du hast Bedenken ich hielt nicht zu dir fragst
Christian Death The Fleeing Somnambulist ectoplasms roam the welcome edges of carnivorous sleep there was a man in a huge, white goats head sweeing through
Remember back in the day we had so much fun. What did we think we were kids on the run. Drinking and smoking what had we become but we always thought
I've begun) When will I feel more than less upon Where I've begun Where I've begun Where I've begun Where I've begun Where I've begun Where I've begun Where I've begun
All inhibitions gone & on display All innocence has gone & flown away A winner now when that time there was none To reinterpret all that's redundant To
First time I ran Was to the end of the block I didn't know then That it never would stop Mow I look around And what do I see More and more people Running
Ngikhanyisele wedlozi lami Two humans on the run (repeat) The autumn leaves have trooped their colours Rumours of the battle to come Intelligence says
