3-Pak: Face The Music/A New World Record/Discovery
Electric Light Orchestra lyrics
Electric Light Orchestra lyrics
"Mist on a Monday Morning Lyrics"
Kleine jongen Lyrics
Ergens zit een kleine jongen, hij maakt af en toe geluid En ook al houdt hij zich verborgen, ik voel hem vlak onder mijn huid Hij telt de lijnen bij mijn ogen en
Ergens zit een kleine jongen, hij maakt af en toe geluid En ook al houdt hij zich verborgen, ik voel hem vlak onder mijn huid Hij telt de lijnen bij mijn ogen en
I wake and yawn at the crack of dawn
With dewdrops on my feet
As I rise up to greet the morning
Nothing much to eat
Every breath I take seems to make my body ache
My only friend is mist on a monday morning
Pick up my sack and walk for miles
The Magic Box Lyrics
Clink, clink, clatter, rattle The penny dropped Iconized, though slightly slouched he Raised both his arms, raised his head Outside the
To the brewers yard where I can sit
And watch my life go by
Drink and drink all day till my memory melts away
I need a friend like mist on a monday morning
Wheres my wife, has she gone
I hear misty morning call
One foot rest
Voracious Souls Lyrics
In the night In the circle of death They congregate to hold a feast There lies a body in the center of the ring Each human soon becomes a beast
ng in the graveIn the night In the circle of death They congregate to hold a feast There lies a body in the center of the ring Each human soon becomes a beast
Destined not to see her anymore
Theres a den in the grass by the autopath
Of corrugated steel
I may be sleeping there tonight
And depending how I feel
Damp and dirty place
Printing sorrow on my face
With nothing but
I Know It's True But I'm Sorry To Say Lyrics
I know it's true, but I'm sorry to say yesterdays a day away. Nothing I can do to make it stay like that. Ain't that a fact. I know it's true,
the mist on a monday morningI know it's true, but I'm sorry to say yesterdays a day away. Nothing I can do to make it stay like that. Ain't that a fact. I know it's true,
Chorus
From... I feel the sin
Like wheels upon my feet
Intoxicated by the night
I stumbled in the street
Every breath I take seems to make my body ache
And drift into the mist on a monday morning