A keresés eredménye

From Gold

And it can always be so
like it was today
we take the last train
 
and we drive in the city
to our place
 
and we let ourselves float
without a goal or a plan
but we arrive
because we arrive together
always
 
and we burn inside so*
like the (?) on our tip**
and we run anywhere
and we write stories
 
These nights are of gold
and we shine and we sparkle
and the best polaroids
are like radiant seconds
these nights are of gold
and we revel for hours*
as if every time was the last time
these nights are of gold
these nights are of gold
 
and it can always stay like this
and we stay here
we are for ever*
and the moment freezes
we bloom in the now and the here
 
and we drink to the times
which we won't lose again
the moments stay here
no matter what happens
 
and we run anywhere
and write stories
 
these nights are of gold
and we shine and we sparkle
and the best polaroids
are like radiant seconds
these nights are of gold
and we revel for hours*
as if every time was the last time
these nights are of gold
these nights are of gold
 
and we write our names
overgrown in neo colors
on the green wedding house facades**
our city
and the night will carry us
then the moon asks no questions
until the morning comes
 
these nights are of gold
and we shine and we sparkle
and the best polaroids
are like radiant seconds
 
these nights are of gold
and we shine and we sparkle
and the best polaroids
are like radiant seconds
these nights are of gold
and we revel for hours*
as if every time was the last time
these nights are of gold
these nights are of gold
 

Metronome

The song starts if early in
the morning the alarm clock plays
And the heart is giving the beat
and the melody
Is coming from the street cause
the cars driving like Violins
Some small objections from
Horns on rails
Or trains that are flying
Like the good old
eighties Songs
The wind is soughing like
the record player
The sun comes and goes
like a Diva
But everything comes and goes
Arrangement of the songs
 
And it goes up and down once
you dance after the beat
and once next to it
C'est la vie how you turn
and tack it
And it goes up and down once
you dance after the beat
and once next to it
So is the life
 
And every day is like a song
Everything around us
Is giving a beat
is making a tune
The heart is a metronome
 
And i'm in the middle of it when
the fog is going through the streets
And the juice tender wind
sound like a farewell letter
The tears falling resound
like a Symphony
That are playing on a bit
detuned piano
 
And the heart is racing, heart pounds
a mourning Beat
A bit aslant but at
the end is it a Harmony
The tram is driving away and
is bringing alert in the song
 
And it goes up and down once
you dance after the beat
and once next to it
C'est la vie how you turn
and tack it
And it goes up and down once
you dance after the beat
and once next to it
So is the life
 
And every day is like a song
Everything around us
Is giving a beat
is making a tune
The heart is a metronome
 
And it goes up and down once
you dance after the beat
and once next to it
C'est la vie how you turn
and tack it
And it goes up and down once
you dance after the beat
and once next to it
So is the life
C'est la vie how you turn
and tack it
So is
That's the way it is and that's okay how it is
 
And every day is like a song
Everything around us
Is giving a beat
is making a tune
The heart is a metronome
 
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Almost Back

She is sleeping in Berling and don't wakes up anymore
Was yesterday in Vienna but the night was too loud
A bit sad she dances like in Trance
 
She's a bit down but the down is pushing her up
The feets are moving in the beat of the music
The heart is pounding in his own different beat
You almost were back
 
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
We almost see us every night but we don't say anything
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
Same Town same Pub for a moment
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
Everytime almost said something but we do not dare
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
But almost is simply nothing
 
He is laying on the roof in Paris at night
His heart is keeping him awake again thought about her
The eyelids are heavy and the head smokes
The Playlist in Loop is giving him what he needs
And his body is moving in the beat of the music
The heart is pounding in his own different beat
You almost were back
 
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
We almost see us every night but we don't say anything
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
Same Town same Pub for a moment
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
Everytime almost said something but we do not dare
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
But almost is simply nothing
 
But almost is just a part
Though a little but at least something
A skyscraper isn't building in one day
But almost is just a part
Though a little but at least something
something
 
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
We almost see us every night but we don't say anything
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
Same Town same Pub for a moment
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
Everytime almost said something but we do not dare
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
But almost is simply nothing
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
We almost see us every night but we don't say anything
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
Same Town same Pub for a moment
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
Everytime almost said something but we do not dare
(Whoa-whoa-oh)
But almost is simply nothing
 
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Bonnie + Clyde

Once it gave a time
Where everything around us
was so easy
And we were so free
The world infront of our feets
And we between the lines
And the leafs was white
blank without details
And we needed the time
- needed the time -
So it was once
And to be honest
It gave once a time
there we were so high
We felt so mature
There we were together
and we kept it a secret
Cause we wanted to be like them
Yeah we wanted to be like them
Like Bonnie and Clyde
We wanted to be
like Bonnie and Clyde
 
There was a time
Out of the dark,
we go into the light
Drinking us free
Turning water into wine
with the devil in the circle
 
And it goes up, down, round
round and so it goes
all the time
And then there was
coming the moments
A bit broke
but certainly not in the end
We two were running
The Town direction back
the bridges are burning
The vests not clean
we don't clean them up
do not talk it small
Is turning the spark to a fire
is ash the price
And we grab in it
We are Bonnie and Clyde
 
Slowly we turn old
The fire finds
hold in the darkness
Water is more heavy as Ice
The pointer of the clocks
leaving the circle
And it goes up, down, round
round and so it goes
all the time
 
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