Idioma Origen:
so long ago, I don´t remember when
that´s when they say I lost my only friend
well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
as a listened throught the cementery trees
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at down
the long broken arm of human law
now it always had seemed such a waste
she always had a pretty face
so I wondered how she hung arround this place
chorus:
hey, come on try a little
nothing is forever
there´s got to be something better than
in the middle
but me and cinderella
we put it all together
we can drive it home
with one-headlight
she said it´s cold
it feels like independence day
and I can´t break away from this parade
but there´s got to be an opening
somewhere here in front of me
throughts this maze of ugliness and greed
and I see the sun up ahead
at the county line bridge
sayin' all theres good and nothingness is dead
we´ll run until she´s out of breath
she ran until theres nothing left
she hit the end it´s just her window ledge
(chorus)
well this place is old
it feels just like a beat up truck
i turn the engine, but the engine doesn´t turn
well it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes
this place is allways such a mess
sometimes I think I´d like somebody else
man, I ain´t changed, but I konw I ain´t the same
but somewhere here in between the city wallsof dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me
(chorus)
Idioma Destino:
so long ago, I don´t remember when
that´s when they say I lost my only friend
well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
as a listened throught the cementery trees
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at down
the long broken arm of human law
now it always had seemed such a waste
she always had a pretty face
so I wondered how she hung arround this place
chorus:
hey, come on try a little
nothing is forever
there´s got to be something better than
in the middle
but me and cinderella
we put it all together
we can drive it home
with one-headlight
she said it´s cold
it feels like independence day
and I can´t break away from this parade
but there´s got to be an opening
somewhere here in front of me
throughts this maze of ugliness and greed
and I see the sun up ahead
at the county line bridge
sayin' all theres good and nothingness is dead
we´ll run until she´s out of breath
she ran until theres nothing left
she hit the end it´s just her window ledge
(chorus)
well this place is old
it feels just like a beat up truck
i turn the engine, but the engine doesn´t turn
well it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes
this place is allways such a mess
sometimes I think I´d like somebody else
man, I ain´t changed, but I konw I ain´t the same
but somewhere here in between the city wallsof dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me
(chorus)