Song | Vera |
Artist | Gazpacho |
Album | London |
A wild feast | |
On a cruel sea | |
Where the weakest link is strong | |
In ecstasy | |
It’s you and me | |
You love and hate me | |
Vera, Vera | |
I’ll do anything | |
So you tell me | |
Why are the low men stronger? | |
So you tell me | |
To the candlelight and silver waltz | |
For the want of a life | |
Where the knife doesn’t stab so hard | |
For the want of some love | |
For the life of a stranger | |
For the good in the world | |
You can’t touch | |
Its coat tails | |
You know that birds sing after a storm | |
Delight in | |
What remained behind | |
So you tell me | |
Does a robot feel at all | |
Can you tell me | |
If happiness is born from desire | |
But I was lost in the ocean | |
All this good in the world | |
Every day that we learn from | |
All good that we heard was there | |
But I ever only understood it backwards | |
The dizziness of freedom on the wave | |
Running for the shadows | |
Things will never change | |
The tyrant is opinion | |
The hardest thing you’ll ever do is leave |
A wild feast | |
On a cruel sea | |
Where the weakest link is strong | |
In ecstasy | |
It' s you and me | |
You love and hate me | |
Vera, Vera | |
I' ll do anything | |
So you tell me | |
Why are the low men stronger? | |
So you tell me | |
To the candlelight and silver waltz | |
For the want of a life | |
Where the knife doesn' t stab so hard | |
For the want of some love | |
For the life of a stranger | |
For the good in the world | |
You can' t touch | |
Its coat tails | |
You know that birds sing after a storm | |
Delight in | |
What remained behind | |
So you tell me | |
Does a robot feel at all | |
Can you tell me | |
If happiness is born from desire | |
But I was lost in the ocean | |
All this good in the world | |
Every day that we learn from | |
All good that we heard was there | |
But I ever only understood it backwards | |
The dizziness of freedom on the wave | |
Running for the shadows | |
Things will never change | |
The tyrant is opinion | |
The hardest thing you' ll ever do is leave |