Azure Ray - Another week

Tekst :

I wake up each morning
Go to work at eight
Come home for dinner
Time to celebrate
So i round up my friends
We made it through another week
We may not have much
But we ve got what we need
So we go all night
Until i see his face
Then the party s over
This drink has no taste
He makes me lonely
When he comes around
I tried for years to beat this one down
I ve got all my friends
Couldn t ask for more
But he makes me lonely
When he knocks on my door

Inne utwory

  • We are mice
  • Beautiful things can come from the dark
  • Sleep
  • Look to me
  • Your weak hands
  • Rest your eyes
  • November
  • For the sake of the song
  • Seven days
  • If you fall
  • The new year
  • Hold on love
  • We exchanged words
  • For no one
  • Sea of doubts
  • New resolution
  • Losowe utwory

    6 Years - 6 nights

    I wait six years - I wait six nights

    Wind this rope - a second chance
    I call your name like in a trance
    I ll run to you - I would die for you
    Divided hearts - divided soul
    I m burning in...

    Give it 2 ya

    Give it 2 you
    1 for da money
    2 for da bass
    3 to get ya goin
    Cause Da Brat in da place
    It s me da o.g. funk bandit (whose dat?)
    Da b 2 da r a t and in fact

    Moscow On Hollywood Boulevard

    Look at young Natasha fly
    Got gold medals in her starry eyes
    Di Di Di
    She s a family jewel and a national prize
    Tiny in her leotard, every day upon the double bars
    Di Di Di
    She s gonna be a superstar
    In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
    In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard

    Born with wings upon his feet
    Number...

    Once upon a summertime

    Once upon a summertime, if you recall
    we stopped beside a little flower stall
    a bunch of bright forget-me-nots
    was all I d let you buy me

    Once upon a summertime, just like today
    we laughed the happy afternoon away
    and stole a kiss in every street café

    You were sweeter than the blossoms on the tree
    I...

    Cambodia

    We ve watched them leaving, seen their ragged flight
    Children of the jungle, mothers of the night
    A boy of ten by the roadside lies
    Hears his future in whispers and cries
    And clutching a tiny Buddha charm
    A baby dies in his mother s arms

    Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?
    Is there no tomorrow in...