Noa - Haunted

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Don t haunt me anymore
Don t haunt my days and nights
Don t haunt me anymore
I want to be free of your love gripping me tight
Don t haunt me anymore
Don t follow where I walk
Don t eavesdrop on my heart, screaming silently inside
While my mouth pretends to talk

Don t haunt me anymore
Don t haunt the things I do
Don t haunt me anymore
I want to be free of the memory of you
Don t haunt me anymore
Don t wander through my rooms
Don t peek behind my eyes
And laugh at all the lies I wear to hide my wounds
Don t haunt me anymore

I want to sleep without dreaming
Let nothing in
Eyes that were crying are seeing
How to begin
How to begin...

Don t haunt me anymore
Don t haunt my days and nights
Don t haunt me anymore
I want to be free of your love gripping me tight
Don t haunt me anymore
Don t trace my footsteps home
I’ll live the life I have
Not as crazy or as mad
But my soul will be my own

Don t haunt me anymore...

Inne utwory

  • Me
  • The beauty of that
  • We can work it out
  • I will
  • Carefully
  • Pines
  • Mushrooms
  • We
  • Santa Lucia Luntana
  • She went to the river
  • Path to follow
  • Manhattan – Tel Aviv
  • If not you
  • Paranoia
  • Wrap it up with love
  • To touch the dream
  • Space

    • Losowe utwory

    Anne Claire

    Weak her bones, cold her breath
    praying fearfully in the moment of death
    feels the sleep coming near
    tries to keep her eyes open and clear
    through the dark, there’s the sound she fears

    Anne Claire, that is no love you got to share
    Anne Claire, going into a...

    Marchef w Butonierce

    Wiem, że nie spotkamy się w niebie
    Czy można to nazwać pechem
    Com ja Poznaniowi uczynił
    Pytam się z uśmiechem
    Pstrykam w oko prorokom
    Petem gaszę żale
    Ponoć wiesz o mnie wszystko
    Chociaż nie znasz mnie wcale

    Masz tak jak ja...

    Manhattan – Tel Aviv

    Manhattan – Tel Aviv
    With a detour to the deep southside
    Where it’s very violent
    A bouquet of violets
    Lies trampled to the ground

    Manhattan – Tel Aviv
    With a detour to the deep southside
    Where it’s very violent
    A bouquet...

    Na Kondrackiej holi

    Na Kondrackiej holi o pó³nocy
    W bacowskim sa³asie - tu - w Mra¼nicy
    Przyse³ se Bóg na ziem w ca³ej swojej mocy
    Radujmy siê!

    Witoj Jezusicku pod holami
    Ostoñ haw na zawse miêdzy nami
    Nawracoj serduska nase ku dobremu
    Pytomy Cie!

    Dich zu toten fiel mir schwer

    Und da bleibt kaum noch Luft
    Und da bleibt kaum noch Raum
    Und doch bleibt deine Sehnsucht
    Und das ist alles was mir bleibt
    Ich muß hier raus - ich muß hier weg
    Und doch - ich suche nur nach Dir
    Dem Leben das...