Sync Different

Once or Twice I’ll throw away the dice
Two Three Four …
Stay a little more
Count on me to treasure
Jealousy for pleasure
I’m close to that point
Where I can’t rule my behavior

An eye for an eyeShow me what’s insideA tooth for a toothLet me know the truth
Count on me to measure
All the weight of pressure
I’m close to that point
Where I can’t rule my behavior

Now we’re standing on the edge
What else am I suppose to do
You’re not half of the man I Thought you were
But I’m not half of a woman ; I’m true

An eye for an eye
Show me what’s inside
A tooth for a tooth
Let me know the truth

Count on me to measure
All the weight of pressure
I’m close to that point
Where I can’t rule my behavior

I am still confused , till I seek this woman
she's a sweet , honey deep and shy
I don't know what to choose , How to keep this girl
stand by me come on baby one more time
I'm driving so far, I'm driving so far, I'm driving so far, On the way you got me
My feelings are diffused, till you grave me these words
saying you got to leave the town
That I had to cut you loose , we would live together
You would cross me baby one more time
I'm driving so far, I'm driving so far, I'm driving so far, On the way you got me
I don't know what to choose , would I reach tis woman
And my love is up and down
And I'm now disabused, I am sick of this whole thing
Show you please baby just one time
I'm driving so far, I'm driving so far, I'm driving so far, On the way you got me
Yeah I've lost my loving
My heart is up and down
Yeah I've wasted my loving
Why did you let me down
All I can do by myself
I want to shoot me down
Yeah I've wasted my loving
I'm sick of falling in love
Far , I'm driving , Far , I'm driving
So far I'm driving , Far , I'm driving

There were no girls not wearing flowers
There were no boys not riding horses.
Girls with flowers waiting for the wedding.
Boys ride the horses to visit the girls’ families.

No flower will not fade
No horse will cross the bridge
Withered flowers are buried everywhere
The horse crossing the bridge does not turn back
When you sing my song.
My horse and I are tired.
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished

The letter dropped
You left it lost
Or wouldA note was left
Inside your head
For you
The vacant lot
That marks your spot
Is stillWhere nothing moves
And moments marked
Your will
It keeps coming around…
The empty chair
The shadows there
RemainWith blinds pulled down
And prayers cried out
In vain
The silhouette
That set against
The lightShines where eyes
Can't see beyond
The sky
It keeps coming around...