Dido - Flowerstand man
Tekst :
Bout a month ago I d never seen your face
I d never heard your voice
Bout a montha go I am a careful hunter
And I had to search
Before I found your love
Bout a month ago Are you my boy or the Flowerstand Man
You bought such colour to this place
Are you my boy or the Flowerstand Man
With you I am laid back I don t care if every River runs so dry
I don t care if every Species were to die I don t care about the Ozone layer
I wouldn t notice if it wasn t there
Oh no I don t care if we sell Coke to Africa
I don t care about apartheid I wouldn t notice if it all get better
I don t care about the starving who ve died
Your my boy when the way you live and breathe
I don t care about anything but you
Your my boy when the way you live and breathe
I don t care about anything but you
Take me home
Inne utwory
Hurry Home Rio, me corra seque Postcards Touch my hand Winter Welcome Look No Further Paris Here with me Slide Do you have a little time Stoned Hem of his garment Fire and rain Christmas day Life for rent I eat dinner See the sun Isobel Losowe utwory
I am coming from the edge of space, visiting another race. here is the place of my birth, im at home - i am back to earth
I am coming from the edge of space, visiting another race. here is the place of my birth, im at home - i am...
I touch the ground ´cause your leavin´
Early in the morning
And the night fades away with you
It´s gettin´ cold around me
As you go with the dawning
And the light fades away with you, too
But I see in your eyes
He loves her, but she loves this guy right here
and he loves somebody else, you just can t win
and so it goes until the day you die...
this thing they call love its gonna make you cry... I hate you...
I ve had the blues,...
Maranatha is a cry of the heart
That s hopeful yet weary of waiting
While it may be joyful with the burdens it bears
It s sick with anticipating
To long for the Promised One day after day
And the promise that soon He d...
Love is wonderful, the second time around
Just as wonderful, with both feet on the ground
It s that second time you hear your love song sung
Makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted, is wasted on the young
Love s more...