Declan John Galbraith все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I wish I had your pair of wings
Had them last night in my dreams
I was chasing butterflies
Till the sunrise broke my eyes
Tonight the sky has glued my eyes
Cause what they see`s an angel hive
I`ve got to touch that magic sky
And greet the Angels in their hive

In pain you seek
All that you need
When and you decide
When all is said and done
You'd laugh it off and run

In time you'll see
What you kept from me

I'm sleeping
And right in the middle of a good dream
like all at once I wake up
From something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane
I hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed
Screaming out the words I dread:

Love of my life, you hurt me
You broken my heart and now you leave me
Love of my life can’t you see
Bring it back bring it back
Don’t take it away from me
Because you don’t know what it means to me

Love of my life don’t leave me

Take me home…
Deep inside the forest
Is a door into another land
Here is our life and home
We are staying, here forever
In the beauty of this place all alone
We keep on hopin'

She would never say where she came from Yesterday don't matter if it's gone While the sun is bright Or in the darkest night No one knows She comes and goes

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I'm gonna miss you...

Don't question why she needs to be so free She'll tell you it's the only way to be She just can't be chained To a life where nothing's gained And nothing's lost At such a cost

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I'm gonna miss you...

I cried for you, I cried for you

I cried for two, I lied for you



Saved by the bell on your own carousel

Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed
I ain’t ready for the altar but I do agree there’s times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine

Well, I keep on thinkin’ ‘bout you, sister golden hair surprise
And I just can’t live without you; can’t you see it in my eyes?
I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find

There is a house in New Orleans
It’s called the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And Lord I know of one

If he had heard what Daddy said
He’d be a King today
But he knew best, what he should do