Song | Black Waves (Vaya Con Dios) |
Artist | The Sleeping |
Album | The Big Deep |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Scared, angry thoughts surround my skull. | |
Slickest clouds dropping down to the ocean floor. | |
Now I can't even think straight. | |
12:08 a perfect day. | |
I just want to increase strength, | |
pushing out unwanted waves. | |
It's gonna get much worse. | |
This world's no good. Time... | |
set your clocks for an explosion. | |
Fragile lives keep believing anything. | |
They can’t even think straight. | |
Loss of love on a perfect day. | |
They just want to increase strength pushing out unwanted ways. | |
The whole world's on fire, we're at it again. | |
You point your finger for nothing. | |
Steady your floating coffins, we're at it again. | |
You point your finger for nothing. |
Scared, angry thoughts surround my skull. | |
Slickest clouds dropping down to the ocean floor. | |
Now I can' t even think straight. | |
12: 08 a perfect day. | |
I just want to increase strength, | |
pushing out unwanted waves. | |
It' s gonna get much worse. | |
This world' s no good. Time... | |
set your clocks for an explosion. | |
Fragile lives keep believing anything. | |
They can' t even think straight. | |
Loss of love on a perfect day. | |
They just want to increase strength pushing out unwanted ways. | |
The whole world' s on fire, we' re at it again. | |
You point your finger for nothing. | |
Steady your floating coffins, we' re at it again. | |
You point your finger for nothing. |
Scared, angry thoughts surround my skull. | |
Slickest clouds dropping down to the ocean floor. | |
Now I can' t even think straight. | |
12: 08 a perfect day. | |
I just want to increase strength, | |
pushing out unwanted waves. | |
It' s gonna get much worse. | |
This world' s no good. Time... | |
set your clocks for an explosion. | |
Fragile lives keep believing anything. | |
They can' t even think straight. | |
Loss of love on a perfect day. | |
They just want to increase strength pushing out unwanted ways. | |
The whole world' s on fire, we' re at it again. | |
You point your finger for nothing. | |
Steady your floating coffins, we' re at it again. | |
You point your finger for nothing. |