Enigma - Why

Tekst :

I was childish and unfair
To you, my only friend
I regret, but now it s too late
I can t show you any more
The things I ve learned from you
Cause life just took you away
I m asking why
I m asking why
Nobody gives an answer
I m just asking why
But someday we ll meet again
And I ll ask you
I ll ask you why
Why it has to be like this
I m asking you why
Please give me an answer
Many years and stupid fights
Till we accept to see
How it was and it ll always be
Why it has to be like this
Why we don t realize
Why we re too blind to see the one
Who s always on our side
I m asking why
I m asking why
Nobody gives an answer
I m just asking why
Just tell me why Why it has to be like this
That the good ones disappear
I m asking you why
I m asking why
I m asking why
Nobody gives an answer
I m just asking why
I m asking why

Inne utwory

  • The screen behind the mirror
  • Smell of desire
  • Camera obscura
  • Mea culpa
  • Modern crusaders
  • Between mind & heart
  • Double crossing time
  • Look of today
  • Total eclipse of the moon
  • Out from the deep
  • The rivers of belief
  • Fear and love
  • Way to eternity
  • The child in us
  • Snow of the Sahara
  • The roundabout
  • Losowe utwory

    Writers wronged

    This time, you said it all, it s there in black and white
    The years of struggle fade in the end, the words felt right
    All worries are gone, you ve been for so long, another writer wronged
    Fame suits you well, you hardly can tell, you...

    Party goin on

    intro (Inaya)
    Mmmm, mmmm
    Oh oh, oh oh
    Mmmm yeah, oh yeah
    Mmmm, oh oh

    chorus (Inaya Day)
    There s a party goin on in my hotel room
    And you re invited, all you got to do is show up x2...

    Come with me

    I got a call, a telephone call today
    Somebody s offing a job a thousand miles away
    I wanna take it, it s the opportunity of a lifetime
    But I need a second opinion other than mine
    So I, I m turning to you, because you always seem to know what to do
    When times...

    These are the times

    Verse 1:
    The televisions have eyes
    Your modern religion is live
    Plotting a collision world wide
    Watch the hour glass, the power class
    Showing currency for world supremacy
    Burroughs is burned down deliberately, son
    We ain t about whats devil level
    Smell...

    Desting

    Check it out
    I m booty babe
    I m a realy live write
    I can play the scene
    I m made
    it s my desire
    I know my desting
    DO you know yours
    If this is how it is
    Try a...