Тексты песен Bruce Dickinson

Honey it's getting close to midnight and all the myths are still in town True love and lipstick on your linen, bite the pillow make no sound If there's some living to be done before your life becomes

(B. Dickinson / Roy Z.) He rides the wave, aspiring slave The Prince of Darkness plays his games You're hypnotized, under velvet skies He breathes the red wind 'cross your eyes Who leads you to the da

I am the teacher, come to reach ya Take the old words back to you You were lost, but I found you And it's your choice what to do I've learned a few things as I've traveled through the years Through th

Say goodbye to earths children on a sleigh ride to the moon Blue and white in the distance, not sorry Im leaving you Now and then the earthrise fills my eyes Now and then the darkside fills the sky Tu

You don’t know your jailer Like you, he’s never been free He looks just like you, doesn’t he? He’s got no sense of his own reward Who needs freedom anyway? When you’ve got your golden cage What I call