[M: Q, ROTTEN SOUND] [L: G] Down the ledge, holding to survive Towards the edge, closer and closer Resistance replaced, With urge to fly free Sliding
Превод: Ротен звука. Ивица.
parked out on the south east ridge And as the company crossed the bridge With the first rain filling the bone dry river bed It shone, just so, upon the edge
my arms, turned off the alarm You only set it to regret it A million things to do but work is where I'm headed The dreaded grindstone on the edge of my
I'm standin' on the edge of Vesuvius My mouth is runnin' dry Drunk on wine and wisdom Giving it all away Old enough to hate tomorrow Young enough not
In the morning the paper will say "Lovers fly away" Even alone I'm your fool I can't keep my word the edge of the pool Red rushing sound in my ears as
parked out on the south east ridge And as the company crossed the bridge With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed It shone, just so, upon the edge
yo the bar every day This morning you woke up in the park Wearing only a tiny straw hat You?ve got a mad dog with a bad leg And a comb full of rotten
natural fact when it's wack I conteract Down Low (flip the sound) RNS (flip the track) And take 'em back you motherfuckin' right it's like that I'm strapped with double edge
was parked out on the south east ridge And as the company crossed the bridge With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed It shone, just so, upon the edge
