would be o.k. on any other day And it would be o.k. on any other day And it would be o.k. on any other day And it would be o.k. on any other day
Written by stewart copeland Instrumental
Oversættelse: Stik. Den anden måde at stoppe.
Oversættelse: Stik. På enhver anden dag.
A bee will sting you, sad but true....But also true they say Is when he stings you, he will die; a costly price to pay So let that be a lesson for those
How can you say that you're not responsible? What does it have to do with me? What is my reaction, what should it be? Confronted by this latest atrocity
a ghost" you say and forget about it i stopped talking then a piece of cracked tooth talking to my nail stinging i can snatch out cold, lost parts they are stinging
Everyone I know is lonely My God's so far away And my heart belongs to no one So now sometimes I pray Please take this space between us And fill it up
I read the news today oh boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well I just had to laugh I saw the photograph.
Have you ever had the feeling That the world's gone and left you behind Have you ever had the feeling That you're that close to loosing your mind You
From the mountains on the moon to the mighty delta From the deserts of the West to the shining sea Beneath the canopy of stars flows the serpent river
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. It's not warm when she's away. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And she's always gone too long anytime she goes away
I asked my dog what he thought the best in man He said, "The love you dispense to me twice daily from a can." I said, "Why do you think my question funny
I'm a broken-hearted keelman and I'm o'er head in love With a young lass from Gyetsid And I call 'er my dove Her name's Cushie Butterfield And she sells
Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight Get up, stand up Stand up for your right Get up, stand up Don't
The Angel Gabriel from heaven came His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flames "Oh hail" has said he to Holy Maiden Mary (to holy mary) Most highly
The afternoon has gently passed me by The evening spreads its sail against the sky O ye of little faith You follow in my step We crumble on the ground
