Muore la forma, il verbo ed il sapore Muore il desiderio, la voglia e lo stupore Muore l'idea di me che c'e nella tua mente Percio e meglio che tu non
form our dreams would have attained death of the will, desire and dismay like a nazi mith of red eternal youth 'till nothing is what you think of pop
Översättning: Afterhours. Pop.
Översättning: Afterhours. Pop Kills Your Soul.
Everyone is nothing but a sail everyone is nothing but a try ought to find a way ought to find a way out i got a way that's gonna dry my brain compromise
Fell the pulsations of something in my head I am an airplane gonna explode there's something that you say and there's something that you hide come inside
I feel so prisoner babe and I don't know why but the thing that keeps me here It's my addiction in or out baby love couldn't define us all in or out
On time I ain't got time, only got a dime to make a last call I'm gettin' soaking wet and it ain't rained yet since last fall I got myself a coach ticket
You were born in the alley stood in the alley go back to the alley born in the alley stood in the alley go back to the alley Terry fill me up Terry fill
: Muore la forma, il verbo ed il sapore Muore il desiderio, la voglia e lo stupore Muore l'idea di me che c'e nella tua mente Percio e meglio che tu
