To Rococo Rot Besides Down In The Traffic歌词

★ marissa Fools rushing out and in Like a pool cue through fingers split And merge the traffic Separate indulgence from the addicts Couldn't help themselves Couldn't help myself Couldn't make enough to share with you I Couldn't make enough to share w

Into the bright light I could see it coming without reason without warning. How can I explain my hopelessnesses? You try so patiently, pages turning. I was not aware that you were not warned. I could not care that you were not reassured. I think of y

[00:21.00]You jump in front of my car when you know all the time [00:25.00]that a ninety miles and hour girl is the speed I drive. [00:30.00]You tell me it's alright, you don't mind a little pain. [00:34.00]You say you just want me to take you for a

stereophonics - traffic we all face the same way still it takes all day i take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best she paints her lip, greasy and thick another mirror stare, and she\'s going where? another office affair, to kill an unb

traffic - traffic we ain't really with that talking, bitch we bout' that action he not bout' that life man, catch him in traffic we ain't really with that talking, bitch we bout' that action he not bout' that life man, catch him in traffic we ain't r

You jump in front of my car when you know all the time that a ninety miles and hour girl is the speed I drive. You tell me it's alright, you don't mind a little pain. You say you just want me to take you for a drive. You just like (crosstown traffic)

Once upon a time The world was just a message in a paper cup Drifting the universe It hitchhiked on the wind Knocked on every door in every galaxy Drifting around Carefree completely Taking its time Keeping things easy Look what's been done The world

the bird is here and we are off to wherever those wings take us the atmosphere is crawling with airlines that wind through the clouds and look down on the crowds relax your back and let the noise sing you to sleep in my arms if you awake before we ar

Big Yellow Taxi - Joni Mitchell They paved paradise Put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise Put up a parking lot The