Eiffel 65 Lyrics

Eiffel 65 Lyrics

"Too Much of Heaven Lyrics"

She’s Pulling Out The Pin Lyrics
She's pulling out the pin That lets her hair fall down She shakes her head and It goes tumbling Her smile was out of place So she swept it off her face Let me find the words and say them Like some softly whispered Amen As she starts to pull away And the lights begin to dim Is she thinking of me Or is she thinking of him She's pulling out the pin

too much of heaven,
can bring you underground
heaven, can always turn around.
too much of heaven,
a life and soul hell bound.
heaven, the killer makes no sound.

too much of heaven,
can bring you underground
heaven, can always turn around.
too much of heaven,
a life and soul hell bound.
heaven, the killer makes no sound.


they're still talking about money,
that's right and too much of heaven.
c'mon my friend
let me tell you what it's all about,
it's called money dependence today,
and people just keep on going on
looking at the dollar bill,
and nothing else around them.
no love, no friendship, nothing else,
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket,
into their bank account,
and that's too much of
Answer To The Master Lyrics
When the night time unfolds And the memories that you hold Bring a light to your eyes Though you know it's disguise When the night turns to day You turn around and say Magic mirror please tell Is this heaven or hell? Answer to the master Can you look to the sky? Can you live through your lie? Of the thoughts you can't trace Which time can't eras
heaven
bringing them underground.

let me tell you what its all about
it's called money dependence today,
and people just keep on going on
looking at the dollar bill,
and nothing else around them.
no love, no friendship, nothing else,
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket,
into their bank account,

Too much of heaven,
can bring you underground
heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven,
a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, (yeah) the killer makes no sound.

Too much of heaven,
can bring you underground
heaven, (yeah) can always turn around.
Too much of heaven,
a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, (yeah) the killer makes no sound.

they're still talking about money,
that's right and too
Idol In Human Form Lyrics
how could this be all that was held true now is burned under suns of madness ruins of the beautiful structures graves of the fallen angels the angels that sang your name i am burning my memories they are too painful i am burning my memories for they are killing me like a blackened earth barren and desolate so i find absence in harsh words why can't i rmember it as a moment of trust when the words that
much of heaven.
c'mon my friend
let me tell you what it's all about,
it's called money dependence today,
and people just keep on going on
looking at the dollar bill,
and nothing else around them.
no love, no friendship, nothing else,
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket,
into their bank account,
and that's too much of heaven bringing them underground.

let me tell you what it's all about,
it's called money dependence today,
and people just keep on going on
looking at the dollar bill,
and nothing else around them.
no love, no friendship, nothing else,
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket,
into their bank account,


Too much of heaven,
can bring you underground
heaven, (yeah) can always turn ar
Scorched Earth Erotica Lyrics
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Darkness Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Darkness Lightening freezes seven Darkne
ound.
Too much of heaven,
a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, (yeah) the killer makes no sound.

Too much of heaven,
can bring you underground
heaven, (yeah) can always turn around.
Too much of heaven,
a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.

oh let me tell you what it's all about.
too much of heaven bring you underground.

Too much of heaven,
can bring you underground
heaven, (yeah) can always turn around.
Too much of heaven (heaven),
a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.

Too much of heaven,
can bring you underground
heaven, (yeah) can always turn around.
Too much of heaven,
a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.