Marillion Gazpacho - teksty piosenek, wg trafności (od zawsze) - Teksciory.pl

One Fine Day - Marillion

"(Helmer/Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) When we were young we used to say Things would be different One fine day The walls would crumble Nations sing as one We live in hope Cause so far it hasn't"

80 Days - Marillion

"(Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) Staring down from this high window At the faces in the line Cold from hours of waiting How many people can you love? When you're black and blue with bruises From"

White Russian - Marillion

"(Dick/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here, where do we go from here Where do we go from here, where do we go from here They boarded up the synagogues, Uzis"

Torch Song - Marillion

"(Dick/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now Something about roman candles fizzing out, shine a little light on me now Found a strange"

Slainte Mhath - Marillion

"(Dick/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu And you sit there and"

Estonia - Marillion

"(Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) Feeling you shake Feel your heart break Thinking if only, if only, if only, if only And the salt water runs Through your veins and your bones Telling you no not"

Memory Of Water - Marillion

"(Helmer/Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree By the standing pool where you drank me And filled me full of thirsty love And the memory of water? I wonder"

An Accidental Man - Marillion

"(Helmer/Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) I was taught from much too young To never give myself away Yes I was taught for every secret There's a price you have to pay An accident of gender An accident"

Hope For The Future - Marillion

"(Helmer/Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) I've been feeling kind of down and loose Like a Rosicrucian pope Head down deep in the womb of time Carrying a message of hope My hands steady as a hangman's"

The Last Straw - Marillion

"(Dick/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare Opening the doors for the"

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