Talk about it
You dream about it
You feel that there´s no place left to glow
Operatics
Break the habits
You feel that there´s no place left to grow
You gotta reach inside yourself and let it go
Close your eyes and drift away to some place new
Where the skies are blue, brings back the child in you
Cross a lonely field as birds begin to speak
It´s alright
(Alright)
It´s okay
(Okay)
Blue, true
Blue, true
Cry about it
Shout about it
You feel that there´s no sense in goin´ on
Late November
Change in weather
The cold has got a hold of you again
That river´s gonna drag you down again
Close your eyes and drift away to some place new
Where the skies are blue brings back the child in you
Cross a lonely field as birds begin to speak
It´s alright
It´s okay
It´s alright
Blue
Nothing was stopping you
Nothing was stopping you
Nothing was stopping blue
Blue, true
Blue, true
Miss you
Crash
Autor: Feeder
Album: Polythene
Sonorous
Autor: Feeder
Album: Silent Cry
High
Autor: Feeder
Album: Polythene
Choke
Autor: Feeder
Album: Echo Park
Rubberband
Autor: Feeder
Album: Picture Of Perfect Youth
Godzilla
Autor: Feeder
Album: Comfort In Sound
Godhead
Autor: Feeder
Album: Renegades