Ron Sexsmith - Several miles
Tekst :
Several miles have come between
All for the best it seems
and just in case you re listening
To this song, I will make it
clear that I still love you
Whatever happened, it don t need to be second guessed
We move from one home to a new address
Oh it s just miles, miles behind us
Miles to go, miles behind us
Several miles have come to pass
The smoke has cleared at last
Into our lives we disappear
Til it s just a song that you sometimes
hear as you re passing through
Whatever happened, it don t need to be second guessed
We move from one home to a new address
Oh it s just miles, miles behind us
Miles to go, miles behind us
I m listening too
Oh it s just miles, miles behind us
Miles to go, miles behind us
Oh it s just miles...
Several miles have come between
All for the best it seems, and just in case
you re listening
I m listening too
Inne utwory
Tell me again April after all Summer blowin town Every passing day This song Never been done Farewell thumbelina At different times Right about now Miracle in itself Former glory It never fails Nothing good Parable Foolproof Cheap hotel Losowe utwory
Melhor assim
A gente já não se entendia muito bem
E a discussão já era a coisa mais comum
E havia tanta indiferença em teu olhar
Melhor assim
Pra que fingir se você já não tem amor
Se teus desejos já não me procuram...
I don t want to lose my taste My light has gone
There s a great big city sitting on the hill
that will not be hidden
(Matthew 5:14)
and the itty bitty light sitting in the dark
is on it s lamp stand
(Matthew 5:15)
I don t ever want to lose your call or for...
Chorus:
I gotcha
Aha-ha you thought you got away from me didn t ya
Aha-ha you thought I didn t see you now didn t ya
Aha-ha you tried to sneak away from me didn t ya
Aha-ha you thought ya being slick...
If you re feeling tired and only
Uninspired and lonely
If you re thinking
How the days seem long
All you re given
Is what you ve been given
A thousand times before
Just more more
More of that jazz
More
No more of that jazz
Gimme no more
No...
Dans ce rap biz
On est arrivé les mains dans les poches
A l époke c était envoi l bide
On fait l truc a l arrache
Et laisse parlé la rage
Moi et mes potes
On veut gravé sa dans la roche