Maria Doyle Kennedy все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
Call MeCall Me
Call me
why don,t you just call me
so I can torture myself
I have a graph on my wall
I made a diagram of your calls
OperaOpera
Johnny was the kind of a boy that you,ld meet
when the day was impossibly vague and shady
He,ld glow like the light of a hidden reflection
And basking you,ld see what you wanted to see, who you wanted to be
Knowing him might be both painful and good
Safe From HarmSafe From Harm
Don't talk to me of pleasing
Of give and receiving
Is it to much to ask
And you're feeling like the lucky son
Maybe you are the one
Would it be to much to ask