Brooklyn Bank

Written by M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman
Produced : Here

(P) & (C) 1998 Sonica .

Cello
(M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman)

Vices are gone I donít know how to fell
Look deep inside to find out whatís real
Vices are gone I donít know how to feel
Heard itís all of outside but itís all in here
But Iíll never get back, back to you
Empty regretsdonít make a sound
Bright lights ahead no slowing down
Empty regrets of what could have been
Warning lost notify next of kin
But Iíll never get back, back to you
Do you see my reflection
When you look through youself
Does my memory linger
Inflaming your lust
Does the ghost of my scent
Still haut your desires
If I breath in your mouth
Will your tongue catch my fire
But Iíll never get back, back to tou

Turco
(M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman)

Itís getting dark
Itís getting dark
Too dark to see
Sun comes in the window
Lights up my sould
Itís been so dark
For far too long
Iís getting dark
Too dark to see
Seasons change
Buikdings collapse
Itís been so dark
For far too long
Itís benn so dark
For far too long
Culture collides
And the sea rise
Itís been so dark
For far too long

Apart
(M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman)

I lost your face into the crowd
Mu past has gone into the ground
My dreams have gone into the clouds
I lost my faith Iíve become unwound
Falling apart
My hands still fell you deep inside
My eyes donít see when Iím this high
I found the path against the wall
I hear your voice I hear you call
My dream have gone into the ground

Coatless
(M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman)

Something got lost today
It was heavenly
Nothingness is a wind
And now Iíve become like
Coatless in the air, in the air
Coatless in the air, in the air
Giviníup is no fun without a fight
Going down is a waste without a flight

Over
(M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman)

Youíve seen something you shouldnít see
Youíve seen something
Take in the air the air you need
Put your feet on the floor
Youíve seen something you shouldnít see
Youíve seen something

Kimbo
(M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman)

Where do you turn to when
Everything inside you resists paradise
And you feel stuck in an oasis of horror and boredom
Looking for a small poket to disappear into
But tiny wisps of someone elseís thought
Project magnetic impulses
& ego that lucid viper bites like a snake whose
secrets make us sick

Hacke
(M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman)

the best of intentions wonít fix
a borken window inside of you
no blood from an empty heart
just a color
another kick inside of me
another kick inside of me
a handful of promises
and a lot of good ideas
the walls are closing in on us
and thereís a question
blue sky is cast aside
in the longing for a touch
the light from inside
fades down to black
and then nothing

No Truck
(M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman)

the wind in the air runs like water down the stairs of my youth
the light in the trees covers many mistery of old age
the fire in the eyes will betray what lies inside before itís gone
the silence of my fears was kept for many years in a box
the river over head is soft just like my bed but I canít breathe

Scava
(M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman)

non senti che non ti seguo più
ma sei così
hai paura e non sai perché
non parli più
correre non basta a vivere
adesso che farai per ritrovare te
che farai, che farai per me
nulla, cíè solo febbre nellíaria
nulla
nulla, cíè solo febbre nellíaia
con più calma riuscirai
a sentire dentro te
cose che non ricordi più
sono ancora in te
correre non basta a vivere
adesso che farai per ritornare in te
che farai, che farai per te
nulla, cíè solo febbre nellíaria
nulla
nulla, cíè solo febbre nellíaia

A Bit Of Red
(M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman)

keep it to yourself
leave it on the shelf
tell it to my face
find a new embrace
only a bit of red is comingí through
cominí through
keep it to yourself
leave it on the shelf
follow what you preach
learn not to teach
only a bit of red is cominí trough
cominí trough

Missin'
(M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman)

Iím in a place where reason went missing
Iím in a place where reason went missing
Iím in a place where reason went missing

Pain
(M. Teardo / J. F. Coleman)

Never thought Iíd live to see the end
Never thought this world made any sense
Never thought Iíd be allowed to begin again never thought Iíd live
Feel like I see the end, I feel like I see the end
Never though this world made any sense
Never put much trust on what was permanet never throught Iíd live
Feel like I see the end, I feel like I see the end