Ingles
waiting on a Sunday afternoon
for what I read between the lines,
your lies.
feelin' like a hand in rusted shame
so do you laugh at those who cry?
Reply?
leavin' on asouthern train
only yesterday you lied,
promises of what I seemed to be
only watched the time go by,
all of these things you said to me.
Breathing is the hardest thing
to do. with all I'vesaid and
all that's dead for you,
you lied - good bye
leavin' on a southern train
only yesterday you lied
promises of what I seemed to be
only watched the time go by,
all of these things I saidto you.
nutshell
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
Oooh... Oooh...Oooh... Oooh...
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead
Oooh... Oooh...Oooh... Oooh...
Like a stone - audioslave
I
ON A COLD WET, AFTERNOON
AND NO ROOM FOR LOVE AND EMPTINESS
BY A FREEWAY
I CONFESS, I WAS LOST IN THE PAGES
OF A BOOK, FULL OF DEATH
READING HOW WE´LLDIE ALONE
AND IF A GOD, WILL LAY TO REST
ANYWHERE WE WANT TO GO
coro
IN YOUR HOUSE
I LONG TO BE
ROOM BY ROOM
PATIENTLY
I´LL WAIT FOR YOU THERE
LIKE A STONE
I´LL WAIT FOR YOU THEREALONE
II
AND ON MY DEATH BED
I WILL PREY
TO THE GODS AND THE ANGELS
LIKE A PAGAN
TO ANYONE WHO WILL TAKE ME TO, HEAVEN
TO A PLACE
I RECALL
I WAS THERE SO LONG AGO
THE SKY WAS BRUISED
THEWORLD WAS BLACK
AND THERE YOU LED ME, ON
Coro
IN YOUR HOUSE
I LONG TO BE
ROOM BY ROOM
PATIENTLY
I´LL WAIT FOR YOU THERE
LIKE A STONE
I´LL WAIT FOR YOU THERE
ALONE... ALONE
III
IN ALL IREAD
TILL THE DAY WAS GONE
AND I SAT IN REGRET
IN ALL THE THINGS I´VE DONE
FOR ALL THAT I´VE BLESSED
AND ALL THAT I´VE WRONGED
IN DREAMS TILL MY DEATH
I WILL WONDER ON
Coro
IN YOUR HOUSE...
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