I've been known to say the wrong things in my time
Stumbled when I was in my prime
Cannot have it our way all the time
And you can't have it your way all the time
Does it have to happen like this
Does it really have to be this way
Open your mouth and breath on me
I need your sensitivity
Thru the desert and ravine
I've seen you in places you ain't been
Pass me up and stall me one more time
Distant arrangements in your mind
Still another reason to live
Still another reason to die
Open your mouth and breath on me-oh baby
I need your sensitivity
Open your mouth and breath on me
Sting the very core in me- (sting it baby)
SAX-SOLO
Won't you come and see me some time
Now that we've laid it on the line
Linger a while on the truth
Linger a while on the lies
Won't you come and see me in my dreams
Only way to be it seems
Oh, why lead me on
Oh, why lead me on
Open your m outh and breath on me.....
Der er ingenting i verden sa stille som sne (Nothing in the world is as quiet as snow): Der er ingenting i verden så stille som sne.
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I sne satr urt og busk I skjul (The bushes are hidden by snow) (arr. B. Holten): I sne står urt og busk i skjul.
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