Song | Manhattan Skyline - Live |
Artist | a-ha |
Album | Ending On A High Note - The Final Concert |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
(Pal Waaktaar) | |
We sit and watch umbrellas fly | |
I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry | |
I hear myself say, | |
'My boat's leaving now' | |
...so we shake hands and cry | |
Now I must wave goodbye | |
Wave goodbye | |
You know | |
I don't want to cry again | |
Don't want to cry again | |
I don't want to say goodbye | |
Don't wanna cry again | |
I don't wanna run away | |
I don't want to race this pain | |
I'll never see your face again | |
Oh but how | |
How can you say | |
That I didn't try... | |
You see things in the depths of my eyes | |
That my love's run dry | |
No... | |
We leave to their goodbyes | |
I've come to depend on the look in | |
their eyes | |
My blood's sweet for pain | |
The wind and the rain bring back | |
words of a song | |
And they say wave goodbye | |
Wave goodbye | |
You know | |
I don't want to fall again | |
I don't wanna know this pain | |
I don't want another friend | |
I don't wanna try again | |
Don't want to see you hurt | |
Don't let me see you hurt | |
I don't wanna cry again | |
I'll never see your face again | |
How can you say | |
That I didn't try | |
You know I did | |
You see things | |
in the depths of my eyes | |
That my love's run dry | |
(I don't wanna cry again...) | |
...So I read to myself | |
A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons | |
On the front page | |
A black and white picture of | |
Manhattan Skyline |
Pal Waaktaar | |
We sit and watch umbrellas fly | |
I' m trying to keep my newspaper dry | |
I hear myself say, | |
' My boat' s leaving now' | |
... so we shake hands and cry | |
Now I must wave goodbye | |
Wave goodbye | |
You know | |
I don' t want to cry again | |
Don' t want to cry again | |
I don' t want to say goodbye | |
Don' t wanna cry again | |
I don' t wanna run away | |
I don' t want to race this pain | |
I' ll never see your face again | |
Oh but how | |
How can you say | |
That I didn' t try... | |
You see things in the depths of my eyes | |
That my love' s run dry | |
No... | |
We leave to their goodbyes | |
I' ve come to depend on the look in | |
their eyes | |
My blood' s sweet for pain | |
The wind and the rain bring back | |
words of a song | |
And they say wave goodbye | |
Wave goodbye | |
You know | |
I don' t want to fall again | |
I don' t wanna know this pain | |
I don' t want another friend | |
I don' t wanna try again | |
Don' t want to see you hurt | |
Don' t let me see you hurt | |
I don' t wanna cry again | |
I' ll never see your face again | |
How can you say | |
That I didn' t try | |
You know I did | |
You see things | |
in the depths of my eyes | |
That my love' s run dry | |
I don' t wanna cry again... | |
... So I read to myself | |
A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons | |
On the front page | |
A black and white picture of | |
Manhattan Skyline |
Pal Waaktaar | |
We sit and watch umbrellas fly | |
I' m trying to keep my newspaper dry | |
I hear myself say, | |
' My boat' s leaving now' | |
... so we shake hands and cry | |
Now I must wave goodbye | |
Wave goodbye | |
You know | |
I don' t want to cry again | |
Don' t want to cry again | |
I don' t want to say goodbye | |
Don' t wanna cry again | |
I don' t wanna run away | |
I don' t want to race this pain | |
I' ll never see your face again | |
Oh but how | |
How can you say | |
That I didn' t try... | |
You see things in the depths of my eyes | |
That my love' s run dry | |
No... | |
We leave to their goodbyes | |
I' ve come to depend on the look in | |
their eyes | |
My blood' s sweet for pain | |
The wind and the rain bring back | |
words of a song | |
And they say wave goodbye | |
Wave goodbye | |
You know | |
I don' t want to fall again | |
I don' t wanna know this pain | |
I don' t want another friend | |
I don' t wanna try again | |
Don' t want to see you hurt | |
Don' t let me see you hurt | |
I don' t wanna cry again | |
I' ll never see your face again | |
How can you say | |
That I didn' t try | |
You know I did | |
You see things | |
in the depths of my eyes | |
That my love' s run dry | |
I don' t wanna cry again... | |
... So I read to myself | |
A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons | |
On the front page | |
A black and white picture of | |
Manhattan Skyline |