Sara Bareilles - Everyday stranger
Tekst :
Every word, every touch every look is a little too much
I’m helpless now to the arms of this stranger.
Haunting smiles, one by one creep inside and it’s over and done
Lost control, but without feeling danger
CHORUS
Does he know how it feels, to be dying inside when he goes
How it feels to be wondering if anything shows how it feels
Oh my everyday stranger.
Playing games in my mind say that I don’t want one of his kind.
I’ll wrap him up in a blanket of goodbyes
Then a turn for the worst, he looks up and I’m already cursed.
Tangled up and it’s harder to disguise.
CHORUS
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep from dreaming of you
Unless you wanted me to.
But that’s something I may never know
There’s nothing I wouldn’t say to make it easier to walk away
Unless you ask me to stay
But the only way I’ll survive is if I go.
CHORUS
Inne utwory
Before i ever knew better Red Responsible Gravity Tread water Vegas City Pretend Fairytale Love on the rocks Little devil One sweet love Come round soon Bottle it up My love Losowe utwory
Day to day and each night I pray
That there s someone out there that s gonna melt my heart away
And take me to another place
From the lonlieness that s driving me insane
I get so cold summer feels like the winter
Świat, dokąd zmierza świat,
pytam choć wciąż odpowiedzi brak.
Żyć, co to znaczy żyć
czy tylko brać i nie dawać w zamian nic,
w końcu i tak można żyć.
Bo jest tylko jeden świat,
a w nim żyje każdy z nas,
jaki kolor skóry ma
nie powinno dziwić nas. X2
Słów, ilu trzeba słów,
by wiedzieć to, jaki mogą sprawiać...
Sometimes
A heart has a mind of it s own
Sometimes
I can tell myself
That I m better off being alone
Sometimes
But this time
I can t hide from the thought of it
It s around every corner I turn
Right there in lights
In black and white
Disco dancing with the lights down low
Beats are pumping on the stereo
Neighbours banging on the bathroom wall
Your sayin crank the bass
I gotta get some more
Waters runnin in the wrong direction
Got a feelin its a...
(WYCLEF)
Look into the rhyme
Rum to the ripple
Sing boo,
But at times I come in triple.
Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head
Now your dead.
Wyclef don t give a *beep* if your dead.
Raaaaah, raaaah
Let...