Procol Harum - The thin end of the wedge
Tekst :
Picture, Rush..story, Hush
Picture, Rush...story, Hush
Got the Picture...got the Rush
Got the Story...got the Hush
Got the Joker...got the Flush
Got the Choker...got the Crush
Picture Story, Go the Wrong Side of the Bed
Got the Wrong Slice of the Spread
Got the Thin End of the Wedge
Took the Wrong Bend On the Edge
Picture, Screen...movie, Dream
Picture, Screen...movie, Dream
Got the Picture...got the Screen
Got the Movie...got the Dream
Got the Make Up...got the Seam
Got the Wake Up...got the Screen
Picture Story, Go the Wrong Side of the Bed
Got the Wrong Slice of the Spread
Got the Thin End of the Wedge
Took the Wrong Bend On the Edge
Inne utwory
Magdalene The milk of human kindness Pilgrims progress Barnyard story Into the flood Lime Street blues Butterfly boys Long gone geek Good captain Clack As strong as Samson Grand hotel So far behind In the autumn of my madness Luskus delph The Devil came from Kansas Juicy jhon pink The unquiet zone Losowe utwory
You didn t say the words i would have said
You couldn t help the doubt that filled your head
It s just an ordinary try
We learn to live we live to die
Just accept and don t ask why
My lips the form a crooked smile
Giving a sign of no reply
And when you...
Wysłowić można w ludzkiej mowie
Wszystko co piękne i co marne
Sarnę skubiąca głóg w parowie
I niebo międzyplanetarne
Wysłowić można zachwycenie
Pięknej Izoldy dłonie wąskie
I zimorodka nad strumieniem
Jak się kołysze na gałązce
Niewysłowiona
Jest tylko miłość do ciebie
Gdy krzyczy z bólu
To...
Inside my head I hurt a lot
cause Im thinking about me
And what I did to you
I cant imagine what I have lost
Im not bold enough to be
Man enough for you
Chorus:
Theres no way to save
The dream thats dead
The water has passed beneath us
On a bridge reaching down fro you.
Would you have...
I was walking down the street one day
She was there from far away
She came to stay
It was a bright sunny afternoon
I was blue but very soon
She made me bloom
I never believed in love
Now I m sleeping in a bed of roses
When I feel left out
I feel run over
I know it’s in my head
But I feel dead
When I’m not invited
Will I always be the one left behind the door?
Could I ever be the one you will open for?
Whenever you need me
I’ll forget it all
Whenever you need me
I’ll believe that I belong
Whenever...