Collective Soul - Goodnight, good guy
Tekst :
Somebody told me about a worn out distraction
That I had let slip away
Then it comes back and rides my shoulders
And burdens me every new day
Well I ll just sit here like a slow burn out
And try to figure out how to do without you
Who s going to straighten me up when I m leaning
Who s going to soothe my heart when it s burning
Who s going to be the one to tell me everything s
All right
Well goodnight, good guy
I ll break the bread of a new day and wonder
If faith will carry me along
But days are longer as my heart gets weaker and
I can only stay so strong
Well I ll just sit here like a wounded soul
Who s finding it difficult to just let go
I m gonna let you sleep
I ll let you fade off in the night
I play the Lord to keep
I pray the Lord to hold you tight
Goodnight.
Inne utwory
She gathers rain Precious declaration Needs Maybe Scream Slow How do you love Love lifeted me Untitled Vent Why pt.2 You speak my language General attitude Him Shine Simple Where the river flows Reach Losowe utwory
Hell Yeah we re riding big cars with big cigars today
We re thunder, storm and everything that s here to stay
Say what you want
Tonight the sky is on fire
Say what you want, tonight we are the fire!
I died alone with you somewhere along the road
I ve tried so very hard...
Dzisiaj zasieje ziarno nadzieje
Pora już ruszać na cały świat
Nie jedno padnie na żyzną ziemie
trzeba już wstać i pora je siać !
sieje je sieje je
sieje je
sieje je
sieje je
Niektóre ziarna padną na skały
Niektóre jeszcze wydziobie ptak
Na nowo ziarna miłości i wiary
Trzeba już wstać i pora je siać !
sieje je sieje je ...
a...
So much time I ve wasted.
I can truly say I never thought it would come to this.
Never would I doubt you, but the truth kept smacking me in the
face.
Reality. You never stopped to think and you ripped us apart.
How could you? Now our time is gone but it s still...
I m all alone in bed,
and I can t sleep,
I m feeling blue.
I try to close my eyes,
but all I m thinking off is You!
Baby only you!
I cry my eyes out, baby.
Wondering what I have...
I never knew them personally,
It was 1959,
My mom was only 12 years old when he ran out of time,
On a trail to damnation (or climax some folks say),
The trail of Charles Starkweather and Caril Ann Fugate
I can t say...