And are those real angels in the magazines? Oh, is there a heaven? You'd know now you've been Are those real stars that hang in the sky? Or are they man made? A trick of the light?
Amen, Amen Amen
And is there a God up there? 'So, where does he hide? 'Cause the devil is raging inside my mind And is there a moment where it all makes sense? When saying goodbye, doesn't feel like the end?
Amen, Amen Amen
Sometimes I can't help blaming you For leaving me here, what am I supposed to do? There's plenty of women, there's drink and there's drugs But we both know that won't be enough 'Cause I see you in the daytime, and I hear you at night There's a pale imitation burnt in my eyes I don't want to be here, I don't know what to do Sometimes I'd rather be dead, at least then I'm with you
Amen, Amen Amen, Amen Amen, Amen Amen, Amen AmenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
