Shake the fear that always clawing Pulls me clawing down alone As I spitting, splitting, blood red Breaking windows in my heart And the past is taunting fear of ghosts
Shake the fear that always clawing Pulls me clawing down alone As I spitting splitting blood red Breaking windows in my heart And the past is taunting Fear of ghosts
Traducere: The Cure. Frica de fantome.
stone Shake the fear that always clawing Pulls me clawing down alone As I spitting splitting blood red Breaking windows in my heart And the past is taunting Fear of ghosts
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and fears to smother Then off to reave the corn, leave where I was born With a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
There are ghosts out in the rain tonight High up in those ancient trees and I have given up without a fight Another blind fool on his knees And all the
in the corner With the rest of our dissolving years You're the storm and the calm, The dove and the bomb The ghost that relieves all my fears The life
any fever, cures to convince you though you be an unbeliever now... Laugh - would you? - at these seeds of mine. You question the cure
in the corner With the rest of our dissolving years You're the storm and the cold The dove and the bone The ghost that relieves all my fears The life
And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame Cemetery and sundown Afaisnt the flora of nightfall We gather like the fauna of war To cure
Invading my system At an alarming rate No boundaries, no restriction Programmed to inflitrate No Cure, no cure, I've got to escape When death comes
lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame Cemetery and sundown Afaisnt the flora of nightfall We gather like the fauna of war To cure
: Help those who need extreme help And find out a true experience Only one bullet remained to replace Fear by a fake dream In the four corners of this
