I don?t care what the people say I wear my pain every day People say it?s a waste of time I say it suits me just fine You, what?s on your mind? The last
La, la, la Twilight in my eye Then I can see for seven million miles Twilight in my eye tonight The dreams become clear The fog gets thicker every time
Take my hand Off funeral flowers in white Why did you hurt me so? You said that you never stood out So go kiss Ann on the cheek, she?s never weak She
Take this forever sigh And close your eyes as I step in Get the mother-blow when you?re not there To get the mother-blow when you?re not there, oh Well
Went to New Mexico with dependencies and lies You met a girl that smacked you in your bed She said in June you?ll find me but in August I?ll be gone And
what I fear That dream is gone and clear And it?s not a perfect day for love No, it?s not a perfect day for loving her It?s no perfect day for love
She knows that if she ever breaks free That she will never see the light of day She?s been blinded by the stars and dreams she craved And if they ever
?ve been lying awake at night thinking That son of a fuck dragged me down and I?m lost Can you help me find my long way back home? The traffic lights
There?s a tale that must be told Of our mysterious misty mountains Behind all the songs I wrote Lives a lone man and his shadow And they?re whistling day
last of soldiers That stands today And tell him he don?t have to fear me But I hold his wife and daughter in a basement They don?t need no light or
Översättning: Mando Diao. Never Seen The Light Of Day.
: Take my hand of funeral flowers in white why did you hurt me so? You said that you never stood out So go kiss Ann on the cheek she's never week she
: She knows that if she ever breaks free That she will never see the light of day She?s been blinded by the stars and dreams she craved And if they ever
: Went to new Mexico with dependencies and lies you met a girl that smack you in your bed She said in June you'll find me but in august I'll be gone
: Take this forever sigh, and close your eyes as I step in to get the mother-blow when you're not there to get the mother-blow when you're not there
: I don't care what the people say I wear my pain everyday people say it's a waste of time I say it suits me just fine you- what's on your mind last
island there's a tale that must be told of our mysterious Misty Mountains behind all the songs I wrote lives an old man in his shadow and they're whistling day
