Bob Sinclair - Tennessee
Tekst :
Wild city living
In takes my breathe away
But I m not living
The way I ought to be
Check it out, there s surely
something missing
Got to move, on, before I kiss the ground
I hear you calling
I see your beauty in my mind
A piece of heaven
A place where living in crazy
Check it out, I still recall the feeling
Got to find me a way
Somehow, got to make it back ... to Tennessee
Chasing the rainbow- shooting for the moon
Aiming much too high - getting so confused
I m all out of luck
I m all out of love
Guess I... I just had enough
Now my western tears
Remin me of my home
And my western heart reminds me I m alone
But my heart is sure that love will guide the way
Now my western soul goes... back... to Tennessee Inne utwory
World hold on Love generation Ich rocke Together Love is in the air I feel for you Sexy dancer Sound of freedom What i want I can feel it Miss me Shining from heaven Kiss my eyes Rock this party Losowe utwory
I found the key now I want more
I read my letters from before
I don´t know where or why I go
Cuz all I feel is all I know
Yes I will continue forever until you lern to see
I’m whorteless Whithout you incompleted
Oh oh, here I am...
Why u treating me so wrong
when all I try to be is so strong
don t want me to maintain
please stop messing with my brain my baby
[Bridge:]
ohohoh
yeahyeahyeah
let s get it on - to the early morn?
ohohoh
yeahyeahyeah
let s break it down -...
I can feel it,
Can you feel it.
I can feel it,
Can you feel it.
Repeat about 5 X....
Chorus
Feel for you baby,
Feel for you baby,
I can feel it,
Can you feel it.
Feel for you baby,
Feel for you baby,
Feel for...
So long, congratulations, break a leg tonight
What a shame I heard the understudy died under the knife
Crying backwards under bedroom light
The operation
I don’t think you’ll ever want to love me
You’d better listen to your doctor doctor
Sober up and bury the empty cup
In a backyard of Seattle we used to lie
When...
Innocence.
Sunk the glow and drowned in covers,
send for all your absent lovers things.
Sheepish Wolves.
Looking lived in eating buttons,
Wink, just don t put your teeth on me.
Accidents.
Let the evening in the backdoor,
filled the room ceiling to the floor.
Beat backbones.
Grazed the poem and made it strange,
I wasn t born to be a...