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THE CURE - PICTURES OF YOU
i've been looking so long at these pictures of
you that i almost belive that they're real i've
been living so long with my pictures of you that
i almost believe that the pictures are all i can
feel

remembering you standing quiet in the rain as
i ran to your heart to be near and we kissed as
the sky fell in holding you close how i always
held close in your fear remembering you
running soft through the night you were bigger
and brighter than the snow and
screamed at the make-believe screamed at the
sky and you finally found all your courage to
let it all go

remembering you fallen into my arms crying
for the death of your heart you were stone
white so delicate lost in the cold you were
always so lost in the dark remembering you
how you used to be slow drowned you were
angels so much more than everything oh hold
for the last time then slip away quietly open
my eyes but i never see anything

if only i had thought of the right words i could
have hold on to your heart if only i'd thought of
the right words i wouldn't be breaking apart all
my pictures of you

Looking So long at these pictures of you but i
never hold on to your heart looking so long for
the words to be true but always just breaking
apart my pictures of you

there was nothing in the world that i ever
wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world that i ever
wanted more than to never feel the breaking
apart all my pictures of you


Ah ovu pismicu jako volim

STILTSKIN - Inside

Swing low in dark glass hour
you turn to cower
see it turn to dust

move on a stone dark night
we take to flight
snowfall turns to rust

seam in a fusing mine
like a nursing rhyme
fat man starts to fall

year in a hostile place
I hear your face
start to call

and If you think that I've been loosing my way
that's because I'm slightly blinded
If you think that I don't make to much sense,
that's because I'm broken minded
But don't keep it...
INSIDE
if you believe it
don't keep it all inside

strong words in a ganges sky
I have to lie
shadows moves in pairs

Ring out from a bursied postcard
in the shooting yard
looking through the tears

out of the black slate time
we move in line
but never reach an end

fall in a long stray town
as the ice comes down
rivers start to bend