Sandi Thom - Soul mining

Tekst :

When the twilight fades away,
Stars light up a secret place.
Here in the silence all the night,
Wither of hope runs through the night.

There s a clock of the heart that s got perfect timing,
The tree of youth lets your children go climbing.
We are soul mining,
Digging for diamonds in the dirt.
Precious beauty on this earth.
We are soul mining.

Sometimes we don t understand,
All the hurt that this world brings.
In the arms of your sweet embrace,
All the fears just fade a way.

There s a song of hope n every word is rhythming,
The tree of youth lets your children go climbing.
We are soul mining,
Digging for diamonds in the dirt.
Precious beauty on this earth.
We are soul mining.

There s a clock of the heart that s got perfect timing,
The tree of youth lets your children go climbing.
We are soul mining
Digging for diamonds in the dirt
Precious beauty on this earth
We are soul mining

Inne utwory

  • I wish i was a punk rocker
  • Lonely girl
  • Sunset borderline
  • Little remedy
  • No more heroes
  • Superman
  • Human jukebox
  • Castles
  • Time
  • When horsepower meant what it said
  • The human jukebox
  • Losowe utwory

    Killa bunnies

    Sniveling little bunny
    bouncing up and down
    scummy little creatures
    run them out of town
    in their tiny tunnels
    scuffling underground
    toxic little bunny
    it can always be found
    danger evil rodent
    multiplying every day
    bunny s taking over

    Amsterdam

    Well, here I am in Amsterdam as winter waves goodbye...
    almost seven in the morning and I m walking all alone
    and the moon s still in the sky.
    And I have to laugh just thinking how I ve never found a home.
    Pillows yes, to...

    Let it roll

    The time on the clock reads half past four
    I m wide awake and thinking
    With my pillow on the floor
    But maybe I m just wasting my time dreaming
    In a harsh reality
    I don t wanna wake up
    Just to find out your mistake

    Let it roll
    Our time is fleeting so we take control
    From California...

    Nie ma nic

    Nadziei brama strzaskana w pył
    Znów dłonie splecione w modlitwę,
    Co pomóc ma
    W oczach mych woda
    We włosach ogień
    Świata kres – między mną a nim nie ma nic
    ...

    Mother

    Mother dear you ll never be my sister. Seek the advice of a solicitor. Mother dear you ll never be my sister. Show me. Empathy Californian. Sensibilities. All my problems spring from my. Troubled upbringing. We need to go right back. To the beginning. Dispossessed. From the outset. What you...