Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sometimes, artist - Les Rythmes Digitales. Date of issue: 30.12.2006
Song language: English
Sometimes |
| Sometimes |
| When I wake at night |
| I feel that nothing on earth |
| Could ever hurt me |
| Sometimes |
| When I know my mind |
| I feel like nothing I say |
| Could ever deserve me |
| I’m stood on the tip of my own tongue |
| I’m caught in the space between the concept and the execution |
| I’m stuck in the back of my own throat |
| I’m lost in the void between the instinct and the institution |
| It’s more than vocabulary |
| Takes more that a dictionary |
| Sometimes |
| When I wake at night |
| I feel that nothing on earth |
| Could ever hurt me |
| Sometimes |
| When I know my mind |
| I feel like nothing I say |
| Could ever deserve me |
| I’m stood on the tip of my own tongue |
| I’m caught in the space between the concept and the execution |
| I’m stuck in the back of my own throat |
| I’m lost in the void between the instinct and the institution |
| It’s more than vocabulary |
| Takes more that a dictionary |
| Sometimes |
| When I wake at night |
| I feel that nothing on earth |
| Could ever hurt me |
| Sometimes |
| When I know my mind |
| I feel like nothing I say |
| Could ever deserve me |
| Sometimes |
| Sometimes |
| When I wake at night |
| I feel that nothing on earth |
| Could ever hurt me |
| Sometimes |
| When I know my mind |
| I feel like nothing I say |
| Could ever deserve me |
| I’m stood on the tip of my own tongue |
| I’m caught in the space between the concept and the execution |
| I’m stuck in the back of my own throat |
| I’m lost in the void between the instinct and the institution |
| It’s more than vocabulary |
| Takes more that a dictionary |
| Sometimes |
| When I wake at night |
| I feel that nothing on earth |
| Could ever hurt me |
| Sometimes |
| When I know my mind |
| I feel like nothing I say |
| Could ever deserve me |
| I’m stood on the tip of my own tongue |
| I’m caught in the space between the concept and the execution |
| I’m stuck in the back of my own throat |
| I’m lost in the void between the instinct and the institution |
| It’s more than vocabulary |
| Takes more that a dictionary |
| Sometimes |
| When I wake at night |
| I feel that nothing on earth |
| Could ever hurt me |
| Sometimes |
| When I know my mind |
| I feel like nothing I say |
| Could ever deserve me |
| Sometimes |