Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Tori Amos
• Titre: Wednesday
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
Nothing here to fear. I'm just sitting around, Being foolish when there is work to be done. Just a hang-up call and the quiet breathing, Of our Persian we call Cajun on a Wednesday. So we go from year to year with secrets we've been keeping. Though you say you're not a Templar man. Seems as if we're circling for very different reasons. But one day the Eagle has to land. Out past the fountain, a left by the station, I start the day in the usual way. Then think 'well why not' and stop for a coffee, Then begin to recall things that you say. No one's at the door. You suggest a ghost, Perhaps a phantom I agree with this in part. Something is with us I can't put my finger on, Is Thumbelina size ten on a Wednesday? So we go from year to year with secrets we've been keeping. Though you say you're not a Templar man. You tell me to cheer up, you suspect we're oddly even. Even, still, the Eagle has to land. Out past the fountain, a left by the station, I start the day in the usual way. Then think 'well why not' and stop for a coffee, Then begin to recall things that you say. Pluck up the courage and snap, it's gone again. I start humming "When Doves Cry." Can someone help me, I think that I'm Lost here. Lost in a place called America...