Many times this world has been my playground An endless field of images, not too profound I let you read between the lines, if you think you can Part of someone's grand design of Sainthood, childhood....Slipping through our fingers....
There it is in black and white for you to shout out loud But all those empty promises just sow more seeds of doubt Let my vision smother you in heartache It freezes like the venom from a rattlesnake
It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood The betting man has played his hand He's waiting.....waiting
Look for me in everything material live and breathe philosophy and spiritual escape You'll find me in the films and in the theatres Through the minds of novelists and orators
It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood The betting man has played his hand He's waiting for the flood
You walked with me before, you know We crossed this land before, you know You talked with me before, you know You held my hand before, you know
It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood The betting man has played and we're just Waiting for the flood You followed me too far and it's too late to turn around You followed me too far to stop the world from being drowned There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood The betting man has played and we're just Waiting for the floodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
