General Public - Too much or nothing
Tekst :
Are the lights so brightthat you can t see
how a little taste of everything
could leave you quite this empty?
tell yourself it s not your fault
take the pills with a pinch of salt
makes no difference, makes no bones
it s hard to think with your mouth full of stones
it s too much or nothing
too much or nothing
beside yourself, beside the fire
stare deep into the flames
as if you ll find some sort of answer
tell yourself you ll be alright
pinch yourself with all your might
makes no difference, makes no bones
it s hard to think with your mouth full of stones
it s too much or nothing
there s no inbe- inbetween
too much or nothing
when you re making do with make believe
too much or nothing
living way beyond your dreams
too much or nothing
and now everything s extremely
too much or nothing
too much or nothing
can come in like
too much or nothing
too too too too too too too too too too too too
down & out
too much or nothing
too much or nothing
there s no inbe- inbetween
too much or nothing
when you re making do with make believe
too much or nothing
living way beyond your dreams
too much or nothing
and now everything s extremely
beside yourself, beside the fire
stare deep into the flames
as if you ll find some sort of answer
tell yourself it s all your fault
swallow your pride with a pinch of salt
makes no difference, makes no bones
it s hard to think, it s just hard
to think it s just...
too much or nothing
there s no inbe- inbetween
too much or nothing
when you re making do with make believe
too much or nothing
living way beyond your dreams
too much or nothing
and now everything s extremely
too much or nothing
too much or nothing
too much or nothing
can come in like
too much or nothing
too much too much too much
much too much or
nothing nothing nothing
too much too much too much
much too much of
nothing nothing nothing
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Driving in my car
I ve been driving in my car, it s not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine in a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before
I drive in it...
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine in a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before
I drive in it...
Paper tigers
It s in the atmosphere we breathe tonight
It s in the people that we meet
And in your eyes
Just like every other fool out there
We dont think were so unique
Such special freeks
It s in every single one of us
Every single one of us
Looking...
It s in the people that we meet
And in your eyes
Just like every other fool out there
We dont think were so unique
Such special freeks
It s in every single one of us
Every single one of us
Looking...
Lanca perfume
Te vi pasar hace solo un momento
El palpitar en mi corazón ya siento
Quiero bailar y sentir tu cuerpo junto al mío
Te vi pasar, te llamé con mi mirada
Al no contestarme, quedé desencantada
Quiero bailar aunque sea una canción contigo
Se olvidan las penas bailando
No pienses...
El palpitar en mi corazón ya siento
Quiero bailar y sentir tu cuerpo junto al mío
Te vi pasar, te llamé con mi mirada
Al no contestarme, quedé desencantada
Quiero bailar aunque sea una canción contigo
Se olvidan las penas bailando
No pienses...
Różowa kula
Wybacz mi ojcze, unosi mnie ten prąd
Za chwilę będę daleko, daleko stąd, jak najdalej stąd
Różowa kula porwała mnie i spójrz
Nie mogę nawet Ci podać ręki, cóż inna jestem już
Powiedz mi i jak mam w to wszystko uwierzyć?
Powiedz mi i jak wierzyć?
Wybacz mi ojcze, nie mogę z Tobą być
Ten dawny spokój...
Za chwilę będę daleko, daleko stąd, jak najdalej stąd
Różowa kula porwała mnie i spójrz
Nie mogę nawet Ci podać ręki, cóż inna jestem już
Powiedz mi i jak mam w to wszystko uwierzyć?
Powiedz mi i jak wierzyć?
Wybacz mi ojcze, nie mogę z Tobą być
Ten dawny spokój...
Trapped under ice
Hold on to the miracle of life...
Secret lives of oceans been washed away like mud.
You don t want my devotion;
You d rather be washed in blood.
Can we turn away from this open anger?
Counting all the prey
Don t you feel the danger to the miracle of life.
Sing when open hearts are...
Secret lives of oceans been washed away like mud.
You don t want my devotion;
You d rather be washed in blood.
Can we turn away from this open anger?
Counting all the prey
Don t you feel the danger to the miracle of life.
Sing when open hearts are...