I too nothing know My face turned to the desert you left me all alone And cold beneath my eyelids my eyes have turned to stone And when at last death's soil
We got off the plane in the cold, cold rain Lost track of the hour, lost track of the day We were very far away from anywhere we'd been before We got
sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too poor
Doin too much (too much), way too much (too much) You doin too much - I'm the one [E-40] I see you over there peepin a player out from hella far away
From the gutter The diamond seemed far too bright to see, The gleaming eyes always tend to turn away, Just turn away, And every innocent wish, has granted
gold foil Was the name veronica guerin But the letters were bent and soiled The sailor said I see these flowers That you so kindly gave Are obviously from far away
; ignited by the fiery eyes. My God, I can't bare it, let me roll amidst this mud, so far I've found the answer in this pen, don't take it away! I think
line This land, this land The soil turns to sand and stone You could build a home A little place to be alone I'm worried about the world I'm worried too
From below they will arise Another capture - screaming in the night Ripping then severed - achieve their endless plight Weight of the soil - is far too
too long away away away we only sleep to pass away the days ive learned to leave my body to find peace away away away youve gone too far away away away
of me want to cease to be This time they've gone too far, they've taken all my solemn dignity This time they gone too far, they tore the veil, the pain
turn grey and from my hands to my brothers grave You took his side, you took his gift, feel the power of a fallen man, crestfallen man... Far away in
: From the gutter The diamond seemed far too bright to see, The gleaming eyes always tend to turn away, Just turn away, And every innocent wish, has
grey and from my hands to my brothers grave You took his side, you took his gift, feel the power of a fallen man, crestfallen man... Far away in this
politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too