ناقوس جدایی
دوشنبه 11 تیر‌ماه سال 1386

In a violent place we can call our country
There's a mixed up man
And I guess thats me
The sun's in the sky
But the storm never seems to end

It's a place of sorrow but we call it a home
And the darkest thoughts
Yeah, I guess they're my own
There's wealth in the bank
But there's nothing to show inside

It's cloudy now
It's getting cloudy now

In a special place
That I call my life
The father was cruel and he lost his wife
But I don't see either
'Cause I live across the street

It's a beautiful thing
When it starts to rain
And a man who drinks just to drown the pain
And I can't stop from dreaming
There's something else

It's cloudy now
It's getting cloudy now

برای عضویت در خبرنامه این وبلاگ نام کاربری خود در سیستم بلاگ اسکای را وارد کنید
نام کاربری
تعداد بازدیدکنندگان : 128286

Powered by BlogSky.com

عناوین آخرین یادداشت ها