Don't Question My Love - Aron Wright

Sweet berries ready for two ghosts Are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Are you Sweet berries ready for two ghosts Are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Are you dreaming Dreaming the night Dreaming all right Do we, do we know When we fly When we, when we go Do we die Sweet berries ready for two ghosts Are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Are you Sweet berries ready for two ghosts Are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Are you dreaming? Dreaming the night Dreaming all right Do we, do we know When we fly When we, when we go Do we die Nanananana... Do we, do we know When we fly When we, when we go Do we die Nanananana.

I have seen many shores I hug the land but nothing more Because I haven't met you I've wined and I've dined With every bogus music mogul No sign of you I've brushed and I've rubbed Pressing palms exuding charms But never in arms And that's why home is a question mark Home is some place I dunno Home is a question mark Home is some place I dunno I have been brave Deep in every shaven cave None were you Another film on replay This time, "Hell" with Guillaume Canet For wingless me And that's why home is a question mark Home is some place I dunno Home is a question mark Home is some place I dunno Home, is it just a word? Or is it something you carry within you? I'm happy just to be here If I ever find home If I ever find home If I ever find home If I get there, would you meet me? Wrap your legs around my face just to greet me If I ever get there, would you meet me? Wrap your legs around my face just to greet me If I ever get there, do you really think I will? Do you really think I will? Do you really think I will? How many times I've saved myself

呜 耶 My baby 也许是我不懂的事太多 也许是我的错 也许一切已是慢慢地错过 也许不必再说 从未想过你我会这样结束 心中没有把握 只是记得你我彼此的承诺 一次次的冲动 Don't break my heart 再次温柔 不愿看到你那保持的沉默 独自等待 默默承受 喜悦总是出现在我梦中 也许是我不懂的事太多 也许是我的错 也许一切已是慢慢地错过 也许不必再说 从未想过你我会这样结束 心境如此难过 只是记得你我彼此的承诺 一次次的冲动 Don't break my heart 再次温柔 不愿看到你那保持的沉默 独自等待 默默承受 喜悦总是出现在我梦中 你所拥有的是你的身体 诱人的美丽 我所拥有的是我的记忆 美妙的感觉 My baby Don't break my heart 再次温柔 不愿看到你那保持的沉默 独自等待 默默承受 喜悦总是出现在我梦中 Don't break my heart 再次温柔 不愿看到你那保持的沉默 独自等待 默默承受 喜悦总是出现在我梦中 Don't break my heart 再次温柔 不愿看到你那保持的沉默 独自等待 默默承受 喜悦总是出现在我梦中 Don't break my heart 再次温柔 不愿看到你那保持的沉默 独自等待 默默承受 喜悦总是出现在我梦中 Don't break my heart Don't break my heart Don't break my heart Don't break my heart Don't break it Don't break it 呜耶 Baby

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour