All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don
All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don'
ترجمه: آناتومی گری 's 3 موسیقی فیلم. Brandi Carlile -- داستان.
ترجمه: Carlile ، Brandi. داستان.
: If you had eyes like golden crowns and diamonds in your fingertips you'd waste it If shining wisdom passed your lips and traveled to the ears of god
: As soon as my eyes shut the slide show begins Yesterday is gone now and panic sets in With a weight upon my chest and a ghost upon my back And the
: Take me back Josephine To that cold and dark December I am missing someone but I don't know who Now I'm standing alone and I'm trying to remember Sometimes
: Have you ever wandered lonely through the woods? And everything there feels just as it should You're part of the life there You're part of something
: Hey there what's that in your sky With all the pretty lights You think I can get that high? Hey you man, where's your motivation And why the celebration
: I'm like the rain in a downpour I wash away what you long for And I wave goodbye with the sun in my eyes I wish I could be there tonight I'm like
: Gone It's hard for me to see when I'm wrong It's hard for me to weep when I'm strong But I could never sleep when you're gone Oh but still If you were
: Broken sticks and broken stones Will turn to dust just like our bones It's words that hurt the most now isn't it Are you sad inside, are you home alone
: I don't mind If my heart don't beat and the sun don't shine They'll get theirs You'll get yours and I'll get mine It used to be that everything was
: Everything I do Surrounds these pieces of my life That always change Or hey, maybe I?ve changed Sometimes being happy Can be self-destructive Even
: All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don
: I was born when I met you Now I'm dying to forget you And that is what I know Though I dreamed I would fall Like a wounded cannonball Sinking down
: I watch you grow away from me in photographs And memories like spies And salt betrays my eyes again I started losing sleep and gaining weight And wishing
