Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Haze, artist - Jack FrostAlbum song Snow Job, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 14.08.1996
Record label: Steve Kilbey, Third Ear
Song language: English
Haze |
Please let me in, I wasnt introduced |
I really want to be your friend |
Id like to know, I wasnt introduced |
I really want to make amends |
Theres a place that I know, its so hard to find |
Id like to take you there, if youve got the mind |
cause I never dreamed at all Id know someone like you |
The temple of your secret hell is the heaven Ive been through |
Wed like to know, its kind of confidential |
But where on earth did you go Were just your friends and thats coincidental |
But do you really like the end |
I wish I was so strong, I wish I was so good |
Id show you all those things I know I never could |
We just go round and round, the circle has decreased |
Youre starving for some lovely love the vultures scarf the feast |
Beware of freaks, they really mess your mind |
Youre looking fabulous this time |
They shook you up, you rattled and you rolled |
Another generation crime |
A man without a heart, is a ship without a rudder |
You run into the rocks, feel our timber shudder |
Youre greedy with your time, who can lay the blame |
If I was as young as you I guess Id be the same |
You played the game, you lived on consequences |
Without a dollar to your name |
Up on the hill your busy man advances |
Are you so scared to stand still |
Take a look around, see the stranglehold |
The winters are so warm, the summers are so cold |
And its ugly out there now, the wind is whispering things |
You havent heard the last of this the rumors have grown wings |
Coming back to me Coming back to me Coming back to me through a haze of memory |
Foxes in the sky, the dunes dark and deep |
Jury swinging on the vines, while I make a scene |
Days and days of rain, mushrooms by the ton |
Waiting for our clothes to dry, mr. |
watson cleans his gun |
Walking round the fences, a sister left behind |
A visit by a country doctor, two years from going blind |
Sundays at the big house, cream and sheffield steel |
Still the talk of singapore, and how it feels real |
It crawls across the grassland, a wall of shining heat |
Coming on back to me through rocky seat |