Nits - The bauhaus chair

Tekst :

Suddenly you came to see me
After all those years
You said hello
Time has been a friend
In the town without a home
I went
I m so alone again
I miss the Bauhaus chair
I miss the Bauhaus chair
Can you turn back
All the pages with the photographs
Can you see that
All the faces
All the houses in the town will fade
The friends that you have made
I take the Bauhaus chair
I take the Bauhaus chair

Inne utwory

  • Take a piece
  • The house
  • Cabins
  • New flat
  • Yellow boat
  • His first object
  • Silly fool
  • Under a canoe
  • I try
  • River
  • Unpleasant surprise
  • Saragossa
  • Red tape
  • Blue
  • Strangers of the night
  • Fire in my head
  • Bungalow
  • Homeless boy
  • Losowe utwory

    Black death

    The countess was laughing
    She looked out the plague from her throne
    By the gate in the darkness
    The crowd was screaming in pain
    Cursed of sickness by starving
    People dying slow
    They are burning their bodies, the victims
    The plague got in...

    Que mon cœur lache

    Bien trop brutal
    L amalgame
    La danse des corps
    L amour à mort


    Amour poison
    Collision
    La peur s abat
    Sur nos ébats

    Toi entre nous
    Caoutchouc
    Tu t insinues
    Dans nos amours


    C est pas facile
    Le plaisir
    Apprivoiser
    Ton corps glacé

    Que mon cœur lâche
    Mes rêves d amour excentriques
    N ont plus leur strass
    Mon stress d amour est si triste
    Que mon cœur lâche
    Mais fais moi...

    Mixed blessing

    She never learned her lesson
    She had to have it all
    It was a real mixed blessing
    I don t believe she saw
    She liked to keep them guessing
    Sometime later on
    She d gather her possessions and be gone
    When the night comes following
    From the clear blue sky...

    Hit the deck

    Cruising down the highway,
    Indianapolis bound.
    The sun is out, shades are on,
    but the gig still can t be found.
    As we gaze out of the window,
    see fields and barns float up.
    A psycho in a beat up Chevy,
    got us in his evil eye.

    Hit the deck, hit the deck.
    The gun I fear, not the...

    Sporadic movement

    Vital signs are slow and steady
    so attentive still not ready
    as i was just about to say
    you are the one that s over
    i am sporadic movement
    you are sporadic movement
    hurt is turning into hunger
    just the guy to pull...