sundays PILLOW

잠시 누워 나의 방의 하늘 내가 원했던 건 이런 색깔이었나 불이 꺼진 위에서 아래로 더 fallin 압박을 피해서 한참을 서 있다 눈은 더 패였고 짙어지는 다크써클 보낸 밤이 묻히고 떠난 걸 쌓여버린 컵 몇번의 생각과 그 안을 함께 삼켰어 Don’t play around me No more Cuz I feel the same way Anyway How long

Sundays Counting Crows

C'mon baby, light me up I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind You think that you can do without me I can't do anything at all You think that you can do without me But I don't believe in Sundays

Sundays Moonpools & Caterpillars

Is there a yearning inside, That keeps the spirit breaking. Is there a yearning inside? That reminds us we'll succeed? I've lost once before, I'm older now.

More The Sundays

More burning questions we are told they've gone out time you learned your lesson we all know that tell me boys are you out there?

Giant Formula Sundays

I want to believe I’m here for a cause And I want to see the world is it was But I am a boy inside of a man Slowly facing the riddle of being simple with a plan The moment we came and the moment we

GREAT BIG SKY SUNDAYS

You and me through the southlands With nothing else on our minds I Can still hear you howling In the warm starry night We had time to kill And Miles to beat While a great big sky kept hanging over

So Much The Sundays

So Much dream and fantasize Slave to your desire, you'll buy anything Curse and criticize middle-aged and at your door and they're selling you the son of God it's so hard to ignore You want

Skin And Bones The Sundays

you know, and I've been wondering you know, all the way home whether the world will see I'm a better man than others by far you know, I've had it so good how loathsome, and not quite my style work

Remembering Sundays Masego

I remember Sundays afternoon time When the world was something large and strange [Verse 1] I need a small town Don't know where to live now I need emotion I need a caravan Hate a Mercedes-Benz I don't

skin & bones The Sundays

skin & bones you know, and I've been wondering you know, all the way home whether the world will see I'm a better man than others by far you know, I've had it so good how loathsome, and not quite

Seven Sundays Extreme

One day we'll find the time to spend, together until then, My Love IF I HAD ONE WISH IT WOULDN'T BE HARD TO CHOOSE SEVEN SUNDAYS IN A ROW CAUSE THAT'S THE DAY THAT I SPEND WITH YOU Someday

I Can't Wait The Sundays

lying awake dead of night and eyes that never close flowers decay - a still life calls for a change I can징짱t wait, forever miles away dead of night and it징짱s quiet as the grave when there징짱s more in

Can'T Be Sure The Sundays

possessions oh love luck and money they go to my head like wildfire it's good to have something to live for you'll find live for tomorrow live for a job and a perfect behind, high time England my country the

joy The Sundays

joy the Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe the Lone Ranger sold his bad dog well you saw him and you could hardly know cos times change....

Watch Them Fly Sundays Stereophonics

d just like to say, I remember the day, I first woke with you, Some days I have to admit, The way we happened to meet, Was strange, because it was new. I?

On Earth The Sundays

On Earth and she's walking on the edge of a knife and she knows it's the death of her Sarah you live & you learn you're invisible and she's walking on the edge of a crowd late at night you can never

I Feel The Sundays

don't wake me up yet o the young & the old they get everything & it's my turn I'm here, I'm someone to know I'm calling the tune but I'm losing the words laughingly I take the fevered applause

Love The Sundays

Love picture myself as a thin white child back to the day I was born on they slapped me into line as it crossed my mind I've felt better I've felt worse this is my life and it's all very well but

Somedays Sundays Polarkreis 18

I'm with you Come play for me alone I'm here I'm all aloneYou know thatYou know I careYou know thatYou know I careWatching myselfNowWatchign myselfNowWatching myselfYou know thatYou know I careWatc...

All Tomorrow's Parties Buffalo Tom

And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrows parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrows parties And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes

Smokin' On Sundays The Hotknives

Smokin' on Sundays, wasting my time, so leave me on Sundays, Sundays are mine. Smokin' on Sundays, wasting my time, so leave me on Sundays, Sundays are mine.

Sundays And Holidays Red House Painters

What do you think in the back seat Traveling through the yellow open state Am I too slow to turn my thoughts to words To turn meaningless to meaning Am I too down to notice smell and sound To tell dull

Season Of Sundays Vanishing Point

Season Of Sundays Take a look mankind, what have we done Walk on silent, what has become This age we lead that leaves regret We move forward and we forget Look now mankind, what has become See in these

We Don't Celebrate Sundays Hardcore Superstar

> Come, smash up your seats tonight Sippin'on wine I'm fine The music keeps me up all night Cause I'm full of lust Come with us Run for your lives I'm only lonely when the music's over Lonely when you're

A Perfect Sunday 노이즈캣

Sundays slide away All your dreams for the days will be different I'd rather say We fly away everywhere Sundays slide away All my times fade away We've been nowhere this time We're going to everywhere

Here's Where The Story Ends The Sundays

people I know places I go make me feel tongue tied I can see how people look down they're on the inside here's where the story ends people I see, weary of me showing my good side I can see how people look

summertime The Sundays

summertime Do some people wind up with the one that they adore in a heart-shaped hotel room it's what a heart is for the bubble floats so madly will it stay sky-high?

I won The Sundays

war in the sitting room I won the war but it cost me I won the war and I feel proud but I don't know why it's hard to get to sleep in my house ooh, I have to pull the blankets up to cover my head

leave this city The Sundays

leave this city gone forever, the writing on the wall they뭭e boarded-up the cinema strawberry dreams and the dust-filled beams shut down in a modern town see you walking, see you talking

my finest hour The Sundays

my finest hour when the world, it shows me up my clothes, they show me up I never knew this before the finest hour that I've ever known was finding a pound on the Underground when my words came

You're Not The Only One I Know The Sundays

where's the harm in voicing a doubt you'll find me in the lavatory and where's the harm in talking out loud when I'm on my own what's so wrong with reading my stars when I'll be in the lavatory and what

folk song The Sundays

folk song summer sky and a throat bone dry and the fields are all gold dusty lane with a song in my brain and it stoned me to my soul I climb higher move towards the fire.....blaze sun silver

Life And Soul The Sundays

here dive below here I go we're on the shore down by the sea here I go water under's cool we're the life & soul here on the shore we're going to be here I go it's all my sea all my blue

Life & Soul The Sundays

Life & Soul here dive below, here I go we're on the shore, down by the sea here I go water under's cool we're the life and soul here on the shore, we're going to be here I go it's all my sea

monochrome The Sundays

monochrome it뭩 4 in the morning July in ?

homeward The Sundays

living alone and a butterfly in the wind is drifting like I do it뭩 dumb - I know what I want to say but I can뭪 even take one breath as night falls I hear voices on the radio (ooh

What do you think? The Sundays

I need a night off I can't stay here I'm sure to find a way out of this I need a night off just read my lips are you getting the message?

God Made Me The Sundays

God Made Me looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself talks that we had are becoming a blur if only I could love my neighbour waiting here

a certain someone The Sundays

a certain someone live your life, have your say read your stars, day by day if I could have anything in the world for free I wouldn't share it with anyone else but me oh, live your life, go your

24 Hours The Sundays

24 Hours few true cares have I as the world turns round I was blind but now I'm still blind too few cares have I as the world turns sour I was blind but now I'm still blind I liked you for 24

Medicine The Sundays

Medicine dig down to the earth here outside lose my mind here any day now don't be sad, we're only half way there o no, that's what I call home you remember the hills we slithered down "I'm not

Goodbye The Sundays

Goodbye I vow that it's goodbye and God bless why did we have to assume we're exactly the same?

hideous towns The Sundays

hideous towns don't ask me why, don't ask me why I'll join the army, the Salvation Army but it didn't help don't ask me why, don't ask me why I joined the army, but it drove me barmy and it didn't

another flavour The Sundays

another flavour fashion - the timing뭩 all wrong they taste another flavour and pretty soon you뭨e gone fashion - this time it뭩 too late you knew you뭗 have to pay for this

I kicked a boy The Sundays

I kicked a boy when the weather's fine, when it's sunny outside think about the time I kicked a boy 'til he cried oh, I could've been wrong, but I don't think I was he's such a child when I am alone

Blood on my hands The Sundays

Blood on my hands when people say it's sad you know it can't be bad and on any other day I'd be soul destroyed but now I can't afford to listen to a word they say and of all the times we had o

your eyes The Sundays

them we뭨e far too drunk to see these things as they are you painted me and I sat quite still a tiny room in Notting Hill it was far too dark to look at things as they are I뭭e seen the

cry The Sundays

cry and I'm standing on a platform now I'm staring from a train and all the trees roll back beside but I'm so oblivious to the dark to the light it's all the same you gave me so much and now

she The Sundays

she she뭩 all weak and her heart beats so she can뭪 speak with the lights so low just to be one of a crowd feet scuttling across the floor spinning lights round and round it뭩

Wild Horses The Sundays

As the sun goes down on the arizona plain and the wind whistles by like a runaway train hey hey hey it's a beautiful thing well it's me and you and a flatbed truck my heart kicking over like a whitetail