I’ve laced my shoes so tight
before i run,
i’ve pasted the pages
of the calendar,
i’ve improved my smile
..but when this song
will end
i’ll be
3 minutes older.
It’s time to dust again
the paper bags,
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- A Toys Orchestra
Тексты песен A Toys Orchestra
- A Toys Orchestra - 3 Minutes Older
- A Toys Orchestra - B4 I Walk AwayBefore the radio turns on Before the coffee getting cold Before the dew evaporate Before i walk away,i walk away,i walk away Before my watch stops to run Before an eyelid touches the other one Before
- A Toys Orchestra - Elephant ManWhen the night comes the river kisses the ground the darkness can assist me wile the wind brings me your voice the grass withers without noise. The elephant runs haunted by the sun the heartbeat fill
- A Toys Orchestra - InvisibleInvisible I wish i was invisible And feign to be the wind ...and slam the doors Whenever you stay home alone And blow away The farewell letters Cause i can't believe! ...i can't believe! But i'm triyn
- A Toys Orchestra - Letter To MyselfI write a letter to myself I write the words i'll never say I'll wear the best coat i have Before i sign my name The wonder in my eyes today Will be regret tonight I'm drunken by my mother's milk I'll
- A Toys Orchestra - Panic Attack Number 1We came toward the sunset walking with quick steps on an electric road and we know that we must forget with the future on our back and the weight of the past the rings around our eyes are always getti
- A Toys Orchestra - Panic Attack#2I’ve crossed the cinder fields with pockets full of tears i’ve tried to grow up quickly the plans that i had lost i’ve found them in my shoes the time has it’s flaws and it’s fault ...but god has gon
- A Toys Orchestra - Peter Pan SyndromeFriend! I’ve kept the corks to build a raft without a map without a flag you told me always to be “clear” now i’m so clean that i cry soapball tears flat like an ol electric eel too boring to bore,too
- A Toys Orchestra - Three Withered RosesSomebody is knocking at your door three withered roses and a bit of love the wearied smile of who arrives too late nobody knows my name but evrybody calls me sometimes before the night arrives into m