Rollins Band - Brother interior

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The lonely path I walk
To the end of the line
Let all my dreams be yours
Your nightmares mine

I call your name out
So I know I m not alone
The brother interior
Inside my soul you re sewn
I won t be calling for long

Deep in my coma
Darkness is all I see
In the shadow of death
You light a way for me
My only brother
Why did you have to die?
You re always shining
The brightest star in the sky
I won t be crawling for long

Every day is a blessing
Every day I learn
Every night is a mission
And every time it s a lesson that burns
I now something better waits for me
Till then I live in memories
I won t be burning for long

Inne utwory

  • Disconnect
  • Wrong man
  • Stop look & listen
  • Burned beyond recognition
  • Hotter and hotter
  • Change it up
  • On the day
  • 1000 Times blind
  • Blues jam
  • Wreck-age
  • All i want
  • Monster
  • Do it
  • What have i got
  • Inhale exhale
  • Civilized
  • On my way to the cage
  • Divine object of hatred
  • Down and away
  • Losowe utwory

    Nie mam nic, prócz Ciebie

    Czasem przyjdzie taka chwila
    raz na parę ładnych lat
    że robimy w zyciu bilans
    naszych zysków naszych strat

    Ja też robię go
    jak wszyscy i wiem
    ze nie jest tak źle
    lecz kiedy
    obliczę dobrze
    wychodzi,że...

    Nie mam nic prócz ciebie
    nie mam nic
    w moim zyciu co jest
    powaznie...

    The iceman comes

    The iceman comes
    Someone is out there
    They ll wait and won t make mistakes

    The iceman comes
    My head runs empty
    Oh I ve got the fear

    The iceman comes for me.

    The iceman comes
    Blow dust off...

    Love of minds

    We re not accustomed
    so much to this type of discussion
    as we are to a different thing
    What you bring
    to something I don t know about so
    please feel free to tell me
    to tell me

    the love of minds...

    Wreck-age

    I take a look around me and it makes me mad
    Another friend of mine in rehab
    Try to pull himself from a plastic bag
    He s callin from the Halfway House he says he s doing fine
    Says he got himself out just in time
    Says his friends woulda let him turn blue...

    Domesticated blind

    Making babies, buying houses
    A French guy s name is on our trousers
    We used to be such rabble rousers
    Before the world revolved around us

    I ve been domesticated blind
    Family fills my mind
    There s more problems than there s time...