Chris Cornell lyrics
Chris Cornell lyrics
"Pillow Of Your Bones lyrics"
The New Plague lyrics
I'm just a person, and I've got the new plague I'm wondering how I got this way I drank some whiskey, I went and got laid
The embers of the saint inside of you
Are growing as I'm bathing in your glow
I'm swallowing the poison of your flower
And hanging on the rising of my low
Colorful and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in recoil
Like a lie witho
I'm just a person, and I've got the new plague I'm wondering how I got this way I drank some whiskey, I went and got laid
The embers of the saint inside of you
Are growing as I'm bathing in your glow
I'm swallowing the poison of your flower
And hanging on the rising of my low
Colorful and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in recoil
Like a lie witho
Out Of Control lyrics
Three thirty in the morning Not a soul in sight The city's lookin' like a ghost town On a moonless summer nightut the pain
On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stones
Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back
A waning hand on silver granite ways
Will mend my broken limbs and bend my haze
I'm sleeping in the silence of your voice
I'm crad
Colorful and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in recoil
Like a lie without the pain
On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stone
Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back
Throw my pillow
Make my bed under the eye
Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back
Even though the truth can burn inside or fall behind
I will wander through your open mind
And you will find no lie can hide
Until the tide comes crawling
Three thirty in the morning Not a soul in sight The city's lookin' like a ghost town On a moonless summer night
On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stones
Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back
A waning hand on silver granite ways
Will mend my broken limbs and bend my haze
I'm sleeping in the silence of your voice
I'm crad
Ein Coach Namens Schleifer lyrics
Mit jedem Training wurden wir schneller Die Bäuche schmäler, die Hüften enger Schleif
ing the peril of my only choiceMit jedem Training wurden wir schneller Die Bäuche schmäler, die Hüften enger Schleif
Colorful and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in recoil
Like a lie without the pain
On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stone
Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back
Throw my pillow
Happy Dispatch lyrics
"Help me!" scream these words from the TV nightly. "My family's been shot to death" seems to find no answer
on the fire"Help me!" scream these words from the TV nightly. "My family's been shot to death" seems to find no answer
Make my bed under the eye
Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back
Even though the truth can burn inside or fall behind
I will wander through your open mind
And you will find no lie can hide
Until the tide comes crawling