our waters still fall free? Cross my heart and hope to die May my end come tonight Across the dark into the light May death again us unite Cross my
rain It's the only the way we will quench our thirst [Chorus:] In these gardens of white crosses Growing in the California sand In these gardens of white crosses
I've walked down high streets looking through windows. I've been lost in crowds of strangers. Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone books,
We used to get high together, instead of getting high alone. I can't remember the last time I saw you. I can't remember the last time we talked. You
Don't let them break you. Don't let them tell you who you are. Doesn't matter where you come from, You'll always have a floor to sleep on. And you have
Burning inside I cross myself it doesn't help Because I'm not smart enough I'm digging into hot white Learning not to lie We cross it out and stay away
you, head north on San Marco Avenue. White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all. Looking for context and perspective, looking for some kind of distraction. White crosses
[Thurston] Burning inside i cross myself it doesn't help me cause i'm not smart enough i'm digging into hot white learning not to lie we cross it
Översättning: McCain, Edwin. White Crosses.
Översättning: Sonic Youth. Vitt kors.
: We used to get high together, instead of getting high alone. I can't remember the last time I saw you. I can't remember the last time we talked. You
: I was a teenage anarchist, looking for a revolution. I had the style, I had the ambition. I read all the authors, I knew the right slogans. There was
: This is the only voice I know. These are the only words I have. This is the only way I know how to say, we're not in love anymore. It's the same way
: I've walked down high streets looking through windows. I've been lost in crowds of strangers. Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone books
: There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa, uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves across the ocean towards Antilles and Bon Air
: I feel the ground moving under my feet, all I know is where I don?t belong. I?m not interested in sticking around just for the sake of a good time