Someone to watch over me Won't you tell him please To put on some speed Follow my lead Oh, how I need There's a saying old Says that love is blind Still we're often told "Seek and ye shall find"

My head is spinnin', smokin' on the chicken, the bass is kickin' This a Rollie, not a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop My head is spinnin' This the flow that got the block hot, shit got super hot Smokin' on the chicken, the bass is kickin' Tay Keith, fuck

King of the streets, child of clay What made them want to come and blow you away Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him

I'd be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered Well I, own this field And I wrote this sky And I have no reason, to reason with you But I'd understand that I'd never let it go But I'd understand that the world does what it does And you never

Candles in the window Shadows painting the ceiling Gazing at the fire glow Feeling that gingerbread feeling Precious moments, special people Happy faces, I can see Somewhere in my memory Christmas joys all around me Living in my memory

In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings From the wide open sea There's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps To the old Willow tree There's a sailor who dies Full of beer, full of cries

Follow the god that failed I see faith in your eyes Broken is the promise, betrayal I hear faith in your cries The healing hand held back by the deepened nail Pride that you felt when you'd kneel It feeds it grows It clouds all that you will know Deceit

Ah ah ah ah ah My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me Till then I walk alone I walk this empty street On the boulevard of broken dreams Where the city

Não vou parar de te olhar Eu não sei parar de te olhar Eu não me canso de olhar Há quem acredite em milagres Há quem cometa maldades Há quem não saiba dizer a verdade Um vendedor de flores Ensinar seus filhos a escolher seus amores

When everything isn't yellow (yellow, yellow) When everything isn't yellow Will we still smile through broken glass And live in falsetto Are we too deep for a second chance They say time is a healer Well, how do you expect to heal this clock And every