Tác giả : Tom Mcrae
Người đăng : administrator, 13 năm trước
there's always a party on funeral row,
where the cross flashes red to the street.
And gasoline dreams of girls in blue jeans, he's
grazing the surface of sleep.
The vultures on main street are eyeing you up,
calculating the wait of your bones.
And midnight graffiti appears on your door, so we
all can sleep safe in our homes.
And the storms in the distance hold no rain,
and i feel my resistance giving way.
Shelter me from this sky, dance with me one last time...
sao paulo rain...sao paulo rain
Do not disturb this blood red earth, theres giants sleeping beneath,
and carnival queens on their deathbed scenes all go through the motions of grief.
Take another hit, let the bottle slip through your fingers
and break like a promise made...
the day i remember, my heart i will keep, my voice i surrender and i will not
speak to lie.
We were so alive, we were so alive
Shelter me from this sky, dance with me one last time
sao paulo rain...sao paulo rain...