adsense

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

love hurt - incubus




Tonight we drink to youth
And holding fast to truth
(I don't want to lose what I had as a boy.)
My heart still has a beat
But love is now a feat.
(As common as a cold day in LA.)
Sometimes when I'm alone, I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?

Love hurts...
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive.
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart and try me,
'cause without love I won't survive.

I'm fettered and abused,
I stand naked and accused
(Should I surface this one man submarine?)
I only want the truth
So tonight we drink to youth!
(I'll never lose what I had as a boy.)
Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?

Love hurts...
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive.
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart and try me,
'cause without love I won't survive.

taken from www.azlyrics.com

tags : incubus, love hurt, top 10 rock chart mtv, lovehurt video

Behind The Sea - Panic at the disco


[Verse]
D Dsus2 D Dsus2
Our daydream spills from my gold head
Bm
Breaks free of my wooden neck
G Gm
Left a nod over sleeping waves
D Dsus2 D Dsus2
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Bm
Floating flocks of candle swans
G Gm
Slowly drift across wax ponds

[Chorus]
D Bm F#m Bm
The men all played along to marching drums
F#m Bm A
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
D Bm F#m Bm
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
F#m Bm A
And we’re all too small to talk to god
D Bm A
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god”

[Verse]
D Dsus2 D Dsus2
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
Bm
To us from the dock.
G Gm
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
D Dsus2 D Dsus2
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
Bm
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
G Gm (stop) D
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.

[Middle 8]
D C Am7
Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater
Just can’t ripen underwater

[Chorus]
D Bm F#m Bm
The men all played along to marching drums
F#m Bm A
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
D Bm F#m Bm
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
F#m Bm A
And we’re all too small to talk to god
D Bm A
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god”
[C]opyright KordKita dot Web dot Id

tags : panic at the disco ; behind the sea, cord lyric video behind the sea live

adsense