calls me in to your arms For a single moment I have peace The quiet hours passing by It's not what I want; it's what I need The quiet hours fall to
me in to your arms For a single moment I have peace The quiet hours passing by It's not what I want; it's what I need The quiet hours fall to pieces
She stood by the lake With diamonds that fell down her face She reached for the page And as it was carried away On the shivering surface it bled She
Down, down Where all hopes slip Fell for cheap tricks I'm going down Down, down Where the thorns grow Where the lost go I'm going down Oh, there's
It cuts you too deep Suspends me from sleep Let's act like it never happened Yeah The reasons are many Possibilities, few Let's act like it never happened
She doesn't know better than to put on the big eyes She knows how to talk the big talk She knows what the boys like Oh honey child Not even Sweet Sixteen
Spend my time by the long blue sea Pray the sky doesn't come undone Tidal wave washin' over me I'm overrun I'm overrun Overrun This dirty city ain'
Unraveling the web Tangled in your eyes You've been such a mess And so have I Try to make you smile You just shift your gaze Ask me over tonight But
I remember the heat, the glow on the street In those withering city lights Around 6am when the day began And we'd been up and out all night I remember
There is a place where i can hide He comes to meet me there There in that hour, i can let go Be myself once more There in that place, the waters flow
Buscando unas horas tranquilas me encierro en mi cuarto me atrapa la melancolia y en cada rincon, ecos de tu voz y un fantasma loco me jura tu amor y
play your guitar, baby Play your guitar, baby, Get me off this farm, baby, take me away... And apart from all this crap there is some peace and quiet
mean a nigga did a lot of waitin' We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation When the sun go down it's the magic hour, the magic hour And
and innovate. Imitators, fakers, they all die [Flesh-n-Bone] Y'all simply can't all rap and it ain't no time to play. Twenty-four hours a day, that's
quiet Tell me when you feel ready I'm the one, there's not too many Hold my hand to keep me steady Just to be quiet I could wait a thousand hours Stay
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life 'Cause it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus 'Cause those rosy days are few And
too 'Cause I can't stand it when you come home and we just fight for hours But I won't show it, no I'll just hold my breath and keep it quiet Every
She got some Pritt stick Aand glued her lips together So, she never had to speak Never had to speak, never had to speak People used to say she's as quiet
