Patrick Wolf - The shadowsea
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Too many rocksNot enough breeze
To sail on out
Of your shadowseas
Too many sails
Not enough breeze
Of your shadowseas
To sail on out
Of your shadowseas
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
In the yard behind the church
In the yard, behind the church where
Butterflies and blackbirds search for
A safe place to rest the night away
We will go down to the brook and
Sit upon the overlook then
Forget about the troubles of the day
We will walk among the graves of
Men long...
Butterflies and blackbirds search for
A safe place to rest the night away
We will go down to the brook and
Sit upon the overlook then
Forget about the troubles of the day
We will walk among the graves of
Men long...
Everlasting love
You are my everlasting
You are my everlasting love
Hearts go astray
Leaving hurt when they go
You went away just when I needed you so
Finding your way
You come back on to me
I m gonna stay loving you endlessly...
You are my everlasting love
Hearts go astray
Leaving hurt when they go
You went away just when I needed you so
Finding your way
You come back on to me
I m gonna stay loving you endlessly...
I still believe
When the world had nowhere to run
Or how to hide
I ve been watching the world as it passes by
Trying to climb but I just can t find my feet
But I still believe
Doesn t matter what life you lead
Or...
Or how to hide
I ve been watching the world as it passes by
Trying to climb but I just can t find my feet
But I still believe
Doesn t matter what life you lead
Or...
Key to my heart
Someone took the key to your heart
someone took the key to your
Could ve swore i had it right here with me
Susy told me no one else could take it away (away)
so maybe i just misplaced it
check to were it could be
but im running out of possibilities
See now me...
someone took the key to your
Could ve swore i had it right here with me
Susy told me no one else could take it away (away)
so maybe i just misplaced it
check to were it could be
but im running out of possibilities
See now me...
Lady madeline in her coffin
There was a time when stillness meant nothing to me.
Once, silence meant lack of sound;
Fall came once a year.
I danced, redcheeked, each year s first snow,
tongue out to taste each flake s welcome sting.
I laughed, distinct from nature s cycles,
A scrap of wonder, floating in a torrent of sorrow I...
Once, silence meant lack of sound;
Fall came once a year.
I danced, redcheeked, each year s first snow,
tongue out to taste each flake s welcome sting.
I laughed, distinct from nature s cycles,
A scrap of wonder, floating in a torrent of sorrow I...