Song | The Power Of Suggestion |
Artist | Barry Adamson |
Album | I Will Set You Free |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Wake up lazy eyes | |
How would you ever see? | |
Go sliding in from the floor, sit next to you | |
My icy finger tips | |
Made warm by her sweet lips | |
And she whispered something that you’ll never hear | |
It’s the same old break of day | |
With my world ending serrate | |
And the stupid things they say | |
I keep a bit of nothing but | |
Elsinore A goddamn circus, a goddamn world | |
Everything you say has been said before | |
Done my time but you know | |
I’ll do some more | |
My friends don’t bother me | |
Don’t even call at all | |
They’re busy whistling | |
Dixie and packing cocaine | |
My house is burning down | |
Possessed she come around | |
And quell the fire and started to blaze again | |
It’s the same old break of day | |
With my world ending serrate | |
And the stupid things they say | |
All the things that | |
I portray | |
It’s the same old break of day | |
With my world ending serrate | |
And the stupid things they say | |
I keep a bit of nothing but | |
Elsinore A goddamn circus, a goddamn world | |
I told em | |
I will leave by the service door | |
I’ve done my time but you know | |
I’ll do some more | |
Doin each other’s heads in | |
Through the power of suggestion | |
They were doin’ each other’s heads in yea | |
Feel the cackle attention | |
That’s the power of suggestion | |
They were doin’ each other’s heads in yea |
Wake up lazy eyes | |
How would you ever see? | |
Go sliding in from the floor, sit next to you | |
My icy finger tips | |
Made warm by her sweet lips | |
And she whispered something that you' ll never hear | |
It' s the same old break of day | |
With my world ending serrate | |
And the stupid things they say | |
I keep a bit of nothing but | |
Elsinore A goddamn circus, a goddamn world | |
Everything you say has been said before | |
Done my time but you know | |
I' ll do some more | |
My friends don' t bother me | |
Don' t even call at all | |
They' re busy whistling | |
Dixie and packing cocaine | |
My house is burning down | |
Possessed she come around | |
And quell the fire and started to blaze again | |
It' s the same old break of day | |
With my world ending serrate | |
And the stupid things they say | |
All the things that | |
I portray | |
It' s the same old break of day | |
With my world ending serrate | |
And the stupid things they say | |
I keep a bit of nothing but | |
Elsinore A goddamn circus, a goddamn world | |
I told em | |
I will leave by the service door | |
I' ve done my time but you know | |
I' ll do some more | |
Doin each other' s heads in | |
Through the power of suggestion | |
They were doin' each other' s heads in yea | |
Feel the cackle attention | |
That' s the power of suggestion | |
They were doin' each other' s heads in yea |
Wake up lazy eyes | |
How would you ever see? | |
Go sliding in from the floor, sit next to you | |
My icy finger tips | |
Made warm by her sweet lips | |
And she whispered something that you' ll never hear | |
It' s the same old break of day | |
With my world ending serrate | |
And the stupid things they say | |
I keep a bit of nothing but | |
Elsinore A goddamn circus, a goddamn world | |
Everything you say has been said before | |
Done my time but you know | |
I' ll do some more | |
My friends don' t bother me | |
Don' t even call at all | |
They' re busy whistling | |
Dixie and packing cocaine | |
My house is burning down | |
Possessed she come around | |
And quell the fire and started to blaze again | |
It' s the same old break of day | |
With my world ending serrate | |
And the stupid things they say | |
All the things that | |
I portray | |
It' s the same old break of day | |
With my world ending serrate | |
And the stupid things they say | |
I keep a bit of nothing but | |
Elsinore A goddamn circus, a goddamn world | |
I told em | |
I will leave by the service door | |
I' ve done my time but you know | |
I' ll do some more | |
Doin each other' s heads in | |
Through the power of suggestion | |
They were doin' each other' s heads in yea | |
Feel the cackle attention | |
That' s the power of suggestion | |
They were doin' each other' s heads in yea |