I saw you flying with the falcons, in search of one last chanceYou were saying your piece and battening down the hatches I saw you running with the wild ones, the desert in your reachYou were holding your own, insisting we do it free style We phase in we phase out, despite these restrictive circumstancesOoh you’re stepping in style and I’m sure you’ll cut em down to sizeI'm sure you will I heard rumors on your progress, guess that’s the best I’ll doIf we reversed the situation, be sure I’d do the same for youI saw you dancing in the darkness, but I could see through your disguiseIf I don’t get caught in minor detail, I swear I’ll let love speak its mind well We phase in we phase out, despite these restrictive circumstancesOoh we’re stepping in style and I’m sure you’ll cut em down to sizeWe phase in we phase out, despite these restrictive circumstancesOoh we’re stepping in style and I’m sure you’ll cut em down to size We phase in we phase out we’re flying with the falcons, Running with the wild ones dancing in the darkness I can see through your disguise, ohWe phase in we phase out despite these restrictive circumstancesOoh you’re stepping in style and I’m sure you’ll
Cut em down to sizeI’m sure you’ll, I’m sure you’ll, I’m sure you’ll, I’m sure you’llCut em down to sizeYou know I’m sure you will We phase in we phase out, despite these restrictive circumstances
단어 ... Warm & joyful. Whistlings, electric guitar, glockenspiel, male singer ...Warm & joyful. Whistlings, electric guitar, glockenspiel, male singer & rhythm.
It’s been quite a messNow we’re looking for good timesWe’re aching for fines times Too long disorientedNot a fate, we can work this outNow we can clean our minds WhistleWhistleWhistleYou don’t have to callWhistle Just whistleI’ll be there for your soul WhistleWhistleWhistleYou don’t have to fallWhistle Just whistleI promise I will come You’re making fun of meI don’t get what you’re laughing atsometimes you throw me out Nevermind I’ll strive (ou try) to get you back(I’ll) buy a leash to walk you outIn the meantimeI will hold the line Enough wasteYou whisperedEnough talesYou’ve toldEnough restAlone WhistleWhistleWhistleYou don’t have to callWhistle Just whistleI’ll be there for your soul WhistleWhistleWhistleYou don’t have to fallWhistle Just whistleI promise I will come
단어 ... Dynamic & changing. Electric guitar, male singer, synth & rhythm.
Is it alright ? If I can’t move aheadYour speed is too highWell I can’tFollow your strideLife’s not a race I don’t want toI’m not prepared toI will loose you I’ve been runningI’m exhaustedI feel nakedBut it’s not time to complainFlyingYou’re excitedYou gonna win againAnd smile upon my face Even at nightYou don’t want to restThe run is still hardUselessAnd I do wonderIf you will stop somedayAnd would you botherIf I no longer wait ?
One two three won’t you give upThree four five won’t you screw upOne two three won’t you give upThree four five won’t you screw up I’ve been runningI’m exhaustedI feel nakedBut it’s not time to complainFlyingYou’re excitedYou gonna win againAnd smile upon my face
단어 ... Lively & determined. Clap, bass, male singer, synth & rhythm.
Morning messAs you’re lying still dressedI’m sitting and shaking you The party’s overThink we drunk too muchRemember carrying you Maybe you’re fool and you’re wrongI’m gonna puzzle youMaybe you will stumble and fallI’m gonna craking you up Morning dustYou’re my queen of lustI’ve got pictures of you I know what you’re doingAnd I don’t like itI will have to talk to you If there’s something I should knowIf there’s some place you could goIf there’s something I should knowIf there’s some place you could go Maybe you’re fool and you’re wrongI’m gonna puzzle youMaybe you will stumble and fallI’m gonna craking you up
단어 ... Nostalgic & powerful. Synth, male singer, strings & rhythm. Fx ...Nostalgic & powerful. Synth, male singer, strings & rhythm. Fx pitched voice.
What made perfect sense last night may vanish tomorrow Fearful of what we did fearful of what they saw Who knows what pain you hide, tears will never show Fearful of what we did, fear turns hearts into stones Maybe silver bruised your skin and freezed you to the bones When nothingís there to steal when glowingís turned to ghost. What made perfect sense last night may vanish tomorrow Fearful of what we did fearful of what they saw Iím the heat that kept you warm fighting moons in free fall. Never wished to make you cry what I meant theyíll never know.
