love it was such a killin' thing I'd lock my heart in a box of golden And fastened it up with a silver chain. O do you remember our days of courtin'
I was sure he would be, but you woulda thought he'd know me, tellin' his life story to me, he said 'Yo Kane', since way back in his life, days of Rappers
Far, far beyond the island We dwelt in shades of twilight Through dread and weary days Through grief and endless pain It lies unknown the land of mine
's in these heads where chaos crawls 'Cause from the mud there comes disease A new born hate disturbs the peace A fatal end to all my grief I've lost
Do you ever think that we might be the same Or do you see the world in such a different way? It seems that parties, raves and lazy summer days Have now
go down to Bimini Never get a lickin 'til I go down to Bimini I recollect the other night Seems like there was a friendly fight It was a woman brought me grief
The days have passed When there weren't enough days Before them to say remember when But you still say I can't wait until And you're still dreaming Well
I been in a cave For forty days Only a spark To light my way I wanna give out I wanna give in This is our crime This is our sin But I still believe I
Four seasons rush and time passed us by. Christian heart so weak you stumbled to the dawn. Grace and grief won't walk right hand by hand. Your day was
the days of all my drinkin' and my carryin' on But when I settled down The party king uncrowned This stubborn memory hadn't faded Too many dumb mistakes And all the grief
the days Of all by drinkin' and my carrying on But when I settled down, the party king uncrowned This stubborn memory hadn't faded Too many dumb mistakes and all the grief
we all seek Rainy days will pass on by Rosemary taste the sky A widow of belief Still your morning sense no grief Rainy days will pass on by Rosemary
with sorrow from the tree of grief I fall... into the shadows of an evil shade of grey A taste of tears is flowing down my tongue like memories of days
, we are, we are And you know there's some days When you feel that something's gonna happen This is one of those days which You know that something's
death and only tell Your closest friends, oh, my God Oh, my God, can I complain? You take away my firm belief And graft my soul upon your grief Weddings
he goes and dies Have you ever stood in an Arctic hut in the shadow of the Pole With a little coffin six by three and a grief you can't control Have
talk to him about shirts Excuse me, sir Would you mind talking to us about shirts? Do what? About shirts, shirts? Yes Cause I?ve got plenty at home, good grief
As the seeds of time were sewn The fires, the plagues, the "men of blood" Foretold by prophetic eye Scourges upon lands he never stood Predicting our race to die Seeing the days