Donovan Leitch Lyrics
Donovan Leitch Lyrics
"Young Girl Blues Lyrics"
For The Record Lyrics
A million miles from nowhere My faith shattered, ego bruised I shut my eyes and hope it all goes away But I return again I come back To the ones who care enough Put
A million miles from nowhere My faith shattered, ego bruised I shut my eyes and hope it all goes away But I return again I come back To the ones who care enough Put
A Saturday night
It feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense
You'd maybe go ‘way for a few days
Be that as it may
You can't only say you were lonely
You are but a young girl
Working your way thru the phoneys
Caf? on, milk gone
Such a sad light unfading
Yourself you touch
But not too much
You hear it'
INITIATION Lyrics
(M - Hansen) This song is instrumental
s degrading(M - Hansen) This song is instrumental
The flowers on your stockings
Wilting away in the midnight
The book you are reading
Is one man’s opinion of moonlight
Your skin is so white
You’d like maybe to go to bed soon
Just closing your eyes
If you're to rise up before noon
High heels, car wheels
All the losers are groovin'
Your dream, strange scene
Let us put man and woman together And see which one is smarter Some say men but I say no The women got the men like a puppet show Ain’t me, it’s the people th
Your friends they are all making
A pop star or two every evening
And you know that scene backwards,
They can't see the patterns they're weaving
Your friends they’re all models
But you soon got over that one
You sit in your one room
A little brought down in London
Caf? on, milk gone
Such a sad light unfa
Bela Lugosi's Dead Lyrics
White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black b
dingWhite on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black b
Yourself you touch
But not too much
You’ve heard it's degrading
A Saturday night
It feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense
You'd maybe go ‘way for a few days
Be that as it may
You can't only say you were lonely
You are but a young girl
And you’re working your way thru the phoneys