Tekst :

These are the words that tear you apart.
And these are the words that take you away.
And these are just words they ll tear you apart.
When no one here will say what needs to say.

New medicines should ease this pain.
They re the only ailment for it.

It s this air and time that s bringing me home again.
A lame attempt at playing the part again now.
In a place you don t know.
And this stance as sturdy as leaves in a storm.
The premise and motive fueling blank faces.
The fool in a place you don t know.
In this place, you don t

New medicines should ease this pain.
They re the only ailment for it. All over again.

These are the words that tore me apart.
And these are the words that ll take me away.
I m not in the business of faking to please vain opposers.
A dead legion of new, cloned followers.
You re cornered in a place you don t know.
In this world, you don t.

New medicines should ease this pain.
They re the only ailment for it. All over again.

Let it be
Still my anger
Bring me peace
From my temper

I m trying every way I can
I m doing wrong I understand

Let it be - slow down - watch the pressure fall
Bring me peace - slow...

It s all because of you
Yeah you
It s all because of you
Nobody else makes me feel like you do
I have the time of my life
And it s all because of you

If I was able to thank you...

In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
The sun
In my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stanch
Neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I ll hear you
Scream again

(Chorus)
Black hole sun
Won t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won t you come
Won t you come
Won t you...

Widzę chociaż mgła spowiła moją twarz
Czuję, gdy wiary dłonie obejmują nas
Póki możesz zabrać moje ja
Już ostatni raz
Zabierz proste myśli, które mówią - Tak!
Tobie powierzam cały bagaż moich wad

Ref.
Bierz póki możesz zabrać moje ja
Proste słowo - Tak!
To proste słowo - Tak!

10 to 20

(I will lie no more)

Different ways of counting
Fingers running thru your hair
Ten to twenty or some
Thirty days and nights not there

And we do not fogret
To vent the secret
So kind of you to spare