wax poetic - angels
Norah Jones :
Angels falling through my hair
I want to leave them tomorrow
Angels falling through my hair
I want to meet them tomorrow
Wax Poetic :
Gade kijan n'ap mache
Gade kijan n'ape cheche demen
Nou pa men'm gen couraj
Men l'anj-lan ap desann
Pou ba nou couraj
Pou'l ka ba nou fos
Pou nou ka travay
Lap ban nou fos
Pou nou ka rive jus kote nou parle
Voices of Norah Jones and Wax Poetic overlapping :
Angels falling through my hair
I wanna meet them tomorrow
Meet them falling through my hair
I want to meet them tomorrow
Menm si ou we ou pa we demen
Wap toujou rive byen lwen
Piga'w rete cheche
Mache, mache
Nap rive byen lwen
Paske nap we demen
Lap ba nou couraj
Pou'n ka we demen
Lap ban nou couraj
Pou nou ka cheche
Nan tout kote ke nou ale
Nape jwen tout sa'n cheche
Paske l'anj-lan...
wax poetic - tell me
Will you tell me
That you need me
Am I afraid to not need you
Will you tell me
That you're sorry
Do I have to forgive too
Can I go out by myself
And be a lady all the time
If I don't know that I love you so
Can I not just let you down
Can I be strong
And still belong
If I'm not long
I'll sing my own song
As we travel through the ages
Will you just leave me alone
Time will tell in different stages
If I will or won't be home
So don't call me on Friday morning
And expect me to be free
If you think that we fit together
Put your faith in destiny
Can I be strong
And still belong
If I'm not long
I'll sing my own song
If you want to
Go ahead and lay right down beside me
If you want it too
Just tell me all the things you want to see
wax poetic - time
And as soon as I learned to tell time
I no longer listened
I was born at twelve thirty in the morning
By one AM I was certain I would no longer remember my past
By one forty I had forgotten my name
By two twelve the ancients had bid me farewell
By two thirty I had swallowed a foreign brand
By two forty I had begun to hallucinate
It's all coming back to me
It's all coming back to me
I met my parents' spirit guides at four thirty
It was they who told me of the sun
It was not what I expected
It only seemed to hint at light
By six seventeen I had decided what I wanted to be
By six eighteen I discovered my shell
At six nineteen I began the process of dying
At seven o'clock I made an attempt to be perfectly still
And jumped
When I felt my soul fidget
I jumped
When I felt my soul fidget
At the moment I learned to tell time
I no longer listened
When I began to tell time I began to no longer listen
wax poetic - tommy
Push, shove
Give a man a hand and then tell him that you will be friends forever
Love, hate
Someday we can all relate
Together
And then it's falling from the sky
???
Along the way
And then it's speaking from our hearts
We can make a start
What do you say?
Joy, peace
Wait ??? tomorrow and hold it tight
And never let it go
Give, hope
Someday we can find a way
Learn ??? all the things to say
And then it's falling from the sky
???
Along the way
And then it's speaking from our hearts
We can make a start
What do you say?
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