(Barcelona)
(Barcelona)
(Barcelona)
(Barcelona)
The silence is good, I kno
This planet is turning
Our tires are burning
Start up the engines
Spinning around, 'round, spinning around
The surround sound spinning around
I could've stayed home
A promise I made
But we gotta face
Gomen nasai, gomen nasai
The world is full of pain and
I can feel the earth is moving
When the clock strikes
We seemed the perfect team from the very start
Strangers would
Can you hear the engines burning
Tossing and turning
Ready to travel
I've heard a lot of songs that were sung out
(Sixteen tons of hardware)
(Sixteen tons of hardware)
Every night has got
When I'm in Berlin you're off to London
When I'm in
Want love, o-o-o-oh
We all need love, o-o-o-oh
We all want love,
Oh
I've gained a conviction
A love's an addiction
That can't be cured
What's
The way that God planned it, leaving us stranded
Having to
I hang on my computer
Obsessed with late night mails
I press
Take me to the roads where I used to drive
Away
Thank God it's Friday
I have trimmed my physique
Friday is my
Walking through the empty rooms
The halls and lawns where children
