The gears inside me grind, to a rhythm that makes these sparks fly in my mind. I make myself beautiful wih an absensce of complextion. Cynical with hopes
The gears inside me grind, to a rhythm that makes these sparks fly in my mind. I make myself beautiful wih an absensce of complextion. Cynical with
, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and
s game time! - And I ain't even in my prime! My waistlines' a grey Nine; that'll make your ass Run like a grey dame! - Chasin' dollar bills, Don't chase
white as light and soft as sand With greens and greys and oh for days A silver lining on the way you cover everyone Just like a morning sun You turn
into her long black hair. "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light
be gone You shine brighter than the morning sun You think its over but its just begun, and I want you, I want you This sky is grey,its full of gold
as His winged parade Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors Within vast skies unversed in starkness His might grew And blew light hues to grey
? My name is Michael Caine What? My name is Michael Caine In the morning I awake My arms, my legs, my body aches The sky outside is wet and grey So
you by my side light my brain, don't try to remember your name to find the words to tell you goodbye Morning dews, newborn day midnight blue turned to grey midnight blue, burning gold
coffee on the stove The morning secret code And every early morning when the night is always crueler than the day I watched the sea turn from gold into
