What's your line this time, Cerebral Man Whenever you walk through my door, I start to sweat I'm falling in slow motion, and I'm losing control And the
Art attacks from subway walls Sprayed like bullets into concrete face Everywhere you turn, knuckles are crackin' Suburban monkeys break ghetto habits
Standin' in the doorway Forgot to say one thing You've always had the power To lift my wings I know, I shouldn't need so much An' we could say goodbye
Lately I been wastin' this hard, hard life Seems like nothin' ever turns out right The day's too short, the nights too long Meet you in the middle if
People walkin' 'round, all lost and confused Ready to throw their lives out in the gutter Ain't no love between 'em, father to son Man to woman, brother
We were the children of '45 Loaded like pistols and taught how to die We looked the enemy straight in the eye (And never surrender) Through trenches
wide awake in dreamland Chemical decisions never turn out like you planned Now you're wide awake in dreamland Now you're wide awake in dreamland You
Sweet Melissa, I often pray for you I hope your suffering was brief I hope the angels that watch over all little children Came for you and took you someplace
Wide Awake In Dreamland Chemical decisions never turn out like you planned Now You're Wide Awake In Dreamland Now You're Wide Awake In Dreamland You
Превод: Пат Бенатар. Будан у Дреамланд.
: Once there was a man, and he lived to sing the lions song As he traveled on road of hope One Love is the light, shining over every mountain top It
: Livin' with my eyes closed, goin' day to day I never knew the difference, I never cared either way Lookin' for a reason, searchin' for a sign Reachin
: Standin' in the doorway, forgot to say one thing You've always had the power to lift my wings I know I shouldn't need so much, an' we could say goodbye
: We were the children of `45 Loaded like pistols and taught how to die We looked the enemy straight in the eye (And never surrender) Through trenches
: Art attacks from subway walls Sprayed like bullets into concrete face Everywhere you turn, knuckles are crackin' Suburban monkeys break ghetto habits
: Lately I been wastin' this hard, hard life Seems like nothin' ever turns out right The day's too short, the nights too long Meet you in the middle
: What's your line this time, Cerebral Man Whenever you walk through my door, I start to sweat I'm falling in slow motion, and I'm losing control And