Tác giả: Mike Rosenberg
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Passenger
Well there's a river that runs through Glasgow. And makes her but it breaks her and takes her into the parks. And her current just like my blood flows. Down from the hills, round aching bones to my restless heart. Well I.
Tác giả: Mike Rosenberg
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Passenger
I know a man with nothing in his hands, nothing but a rolling stone. He told me about when his house burnt down, he lost everything he owned. He lay asleep for six whole weeks, they were gonna ask his mother to choose. When.
Tác giả: Mike Rosenberg
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Passenger
I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes. And explaining where people belong. I hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigs. And talk through every fucking song. I hate people in night clubs, snorting coke. And.
Tác giả: Mike Rosenberg
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Passenger
Well last night I couldn't sleep. I got up and started walking. Down to the end of my street. And on into town. Well I had no one to meet. And I had no taste for talking. Seems I'm talking my whole life. It's time I listen.
Tác giả: Mike Rosenberg
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Boyce Avenue; Hannah Trigwell
1. Staring at the bottom of your glass. Hoping one day you'll make a dream last. But dreams come slow and they go so fast. You see her when you close your eyes. Maybe one day you'll understand why. Everything you touch.
Tác giả: Mike Rosenberg
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Passenger
Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket. I'm not gonna roll it no I'm not gonna smoke it. Til we're staring at the stars and the rockets. Twinkling in the silvery night. Two sips of whiskey in the flask but I'm not gonna.
Tác giả: Mike Rosenberg
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Passenger
When I was a kid the things I did were hidden under the grid. Young and naive I never believed that love could be so well hid. With regret I'm willing to bet and say the older you get. It gets harder to forgive and harder to.