I’ll dance in the lights. You’ll never set me free. I’m breaking out of you. It’s crawling in the dark. I’m chained up to the wall. I’m drowned in my world. It’s turning back again. I’m longing to face. I’ll do it on my own.
Traktuj mnie jak więźniaTraktuj mnie jak głupcaTraktuj mnie jak przegranegoUżyj mnie jako narzędzia Zmierz się ze mną, dopóki nie będę głodnyWepchnij mnie na mrózTraktuj mnie jak przestępcęTylko cień na ścianie Cień na ścianieJak cień na ścianie Traktuj mnie jak złaZamroź mnie, aż będzie mi zimnoPokonaj mnie, dopóki nie jestem słabyZabierz mnie, dopóki nie będę stary Smaż mnie, dopóki nie jestem zmęczonyPchaj mnie, aż upadnęTraktuj mnie jak przestępcęTylko cień na ścianie Cień na ścianieJak cień na ścianieCień na ścianie Wyślij Niestety coś poszło nie tak, spróbuj później. Treść poprawki musi być wypełniona. Dziękujemy za wysłanie poprawki.
Ringo Starr Lyrics. "Shadows On The Wall". La-la-la-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la-la-la-la. I see faces on the highway. I can't hear a word that they say. Somewhere that I know. Down on the road.
内容简介 · · · · · ·. The title Shadows on the Wall was taken from one of the poems featured in this collection as well. It is a poem that was written for his daughter, Kia, some nineteen years ago. The poem has a double meaning, as do many of the poems here. Aside from a young girl being afraid of shadows, the poem demonstrates how
Feels the way I do about you now. Backbeat, the word is on the street. That the fire in your heart is out. I'm sure you've heard it all before. But you never really had a doubt. I don't believe that anybody feels. The way I do about you now. And all the roads we have to walk are winding.
Chasing shadows on the wall Chasing shadows as they dance on the floor Chasing dreams that were forever young Now I'm on my own Chasing shadows on the wall Shadows on the wall. On the sea of mediocrity Drifting from a distant sh*re No goodbyes no celebration No-one there to close the door Only the silence that I feel Only the lonely road is real
Take all you can carry and let's go. And leave the others buried in the snow. Lay us down beneath the sky of autumn gray. The planes that circle overhead will guide our way. Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh. Your hair was once a golden brown. But now it's white as ashes, white as snow. And your eyes have sunk back deep into your skull.
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