Edyta Górniak - Calling you

Tekst :

A desert road from Vegas to nowhere
Some place better than where you ve been
A coffee machine that needs some fixing
In a little café just around the bend

I am calling you
Can t you hear me
I am calling you

The humdrum wind blows right through me
The baby s crying and I can t sleep
But we both know a change is coming
Coming closer so we’d release

I am calling you
I know you hear me
I am calling you oh

Inne utwory

  • Cygańskie serce
  • Gone
  • Dotyk
  • Sexuality
  • I got you (I feel good)
  • Ten za łukiem rzeki świat
  • What about love (Baby lately)
  • Miles & miles away
  • Dumka na dwa serca
  • Soul boy
  • Waiting
  • Make it happen
  • Nieśmiertelni
  • List
  • Lustro
  • W każdym z nas
  • Szyby
  • Linger
  • Dziękuję Ci
  • Losowe utwory

    Waiting for green

    I am waiting for an answer to, all the lies they told to try and spoil you

    We were half a mile away from you, facing white, facing white
    Can t have lost the sweetness of your heart
    While waiting for green, waiting for green
    I have grown up, you are grown and feeling...

    One more night alone

    Isn t it strange?
    Isn t it wrong?
    When we ve known it for so long
    This is insane
    We re so right,
    But we ll be all alone tonight

    And if I tell you girl the moment that I met you
    I knew my life would change and now I can t forget you
    You re the...

    I will

    Who knows how long I ve loved you?
    I know I love you still.
    Will I wait a lonely lifetime?
    If you want me to I will.

    For if I ever say you,
    I didn t catch your name,
    But it never really...

    Good girls

    It s cold outside - it looks like rain
    To make matters worse, I missed me last train
    Now I was thinking she d show me a bed
    To my surprise got shown the door instead
    Whoa-oh where have all the good girls gone?
    Whoa-oh...

    The glory of rome

    [Falk:]
    Jesus Christ I m coming - terrestrial home.
    I m allowed to guide their train
    to visit you in Rome.
    I am sick of preachers telling to be plain
    While you got it nice in here.
    They d better feel ashamed.