In time you will find Many things found in the ordinary Could it be what you see Many things are extraordinary? Every time when I look at you Well, I
You look so bored with your jet set mother Standing there at the airport You sure came alive when your eye caught the headline And saw the picture of
Walk the lonely highway Neon signs light the road Won't you help me find the right way To a place of time and hope Where we all get kind of mellow And
Well, you know it's sold out she couldn't get a ticket Hard rocking' with rollin' on her mind Scalpers lurking in the shadows Double the price and have
What's the name of your latest companion? Do I know him, have you told him what you told me? What's the course of your latest adventure? Does he track
Someone told me about your Somebody gossiped about my But nobody warned us about those Someone told a lie Now we don't trust in each other's faces And
Annie I remember, games in the street. You tried to boss me, mmm and I tried to cheat My mother and your mother, lived don the lane. I stole your rag
The banished sorrow buried in aurora causes lifeless emotion in the flame of my faded heart If dead life immerses in dawn and the shade of my schism
und sich der Schatten meines Schisma in heiterer SchwA¤rze verliert wird Tod die einzige ErlA¶sung sein [English translation: Hour of the Wolf (Norwegian
meines Schisma in heiterer Schworze verliert wird Tod die einzige Erlesung sein Gestern starb ich schon Heute English translate: Hour of the Wolf
wolf is drawing near Soft blood flows in emerald starlight Host of the labyrinth, fool or seer? Prophet of wisdom, bathed in glory Hour of the wolf is
[T. Lundmark, Trad. / A. Stake, Trad] Det A¤r i sjA¤lva hjA¤rtat lA¶gnen bor, och svek Hur kan jag dA¤rom tala vist, med mildhet? Kan inte gA¶ra ogjort
Det ar i sjalva hjartat Sielun syvyydessa lognen bor, och svek valhe asustaa Hur kan jag darom tala
on in" But don't murder me, I beg of you Don't murder me, please, don't murder me The wolf came in, I got my cards We sat down for a game I cut my
by, huh, a bassoon.... Three French horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns... uh... (The Wolf! It's the Wolf!) Right! The Wolf. Seymore the Wolf
Magoo, he gon' catch him at the teachers' conference So later that week durin' open school night Everybody there, saw open school fight Blows is big, Olive Oil was pissed The wolf
say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce and food was dear A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door And we burned up the chairs and sat
sat down and cried And close her eyes Show me something more Than the wolf at the door All the begging in the cold To keep the wolf from the fold