LYRICS   [ World ↓ ]
Username:
Password:

Forgot your password?
Registration!

Cranberries

Add a picture!

Pathetic Sense

By: Cranberries
Album: unknown
Country: *****
Kind of music: *****
Ranking: 268108 ↓-69

Cranberries » Pathetic Sense

Time is an illusion baby, I'm on your side.
Love is a confusion baby, You'll never hide.
Come to the conclusion baby, Your love has died.
Time is an illusion baby, I'm on your side.
Time is an illusion baby, I'm on your side.
Love is a confusion baby, You'll never hide.
Come to the conclusion baby, Your love has died.
Time is an illusion baby, I'm on your side.
I want to jump on your head,
Until I get blisters,
I will drop bombs on your bed,
You'll be calling your sisters cos
Time is an illusion baby, I'm on your side.
Love is a confusion baby, You'll never hide.
Life was an attraction baby, but you never tried.
Now it's an attraction maybe, You should have died.
I want to jump on your head,
Until I get blisters,
I will drop bombs on your bed,
You'll be calling your sisters cos
Time is an illusion baby, I'm on your side.
Love is a confusion baby, You'll never hide.
Come to the conclusion baby, Your love has died.
Time is an illusion baby, I'm on your side.
Pathetic senses, I'm on your side.
Pathetic senses, I'm on your side.
Pathetic senses, I'm on your side.


more free lyrics

Video [+ Add +]

there is no video for this lyrics. You can add by clicking the link below.

[+ Add a video +]

Cranberries » In the album

So Cold In Ireland")
Crazy (patsy Cline Cover)
The Sweetest Thing
Dying Inside
Pretty Eyes
Cordell
Uncertain
So Cold In Ireland
Away
Wake Up And Smell The Coffee
Baby Blues
Intermission
Reason
Carry On
Dreams
Never Grow Old
Such A Shame
The Concept
I Don't Need
I Really Hope
Ave Maria
Time Is Ticking Out
Sorry Son
Sweetest thing
Them
Pathetic Sense
Do You Know
Liar
Take My Soul Away
Woman Without Pride
The Sun Does Rise
In the Ghetto
Yesterday's Gone
What You Were
Nothing Left At All
This Is The Day
Go Your Own Way
The Picture I View
Paparazzi On Mopeds
Pathetic Senses
False
God Be With You
Close To You
Analyse
Every Morning
Like You Used To
Chocolate Brown

The comments...