He was trapped in a haircut he no longer believed in She said "I'm a teacher here. I teach the children." And he wondered to himself there and then the things he could learn from her A great might wonder
Think of the names you once called me in anger Remember the sadness in Florence Ballard's eyes Imagine all the melancholy you could find in the arms of a stranger Bread of heaven
Seems like nothing goes right In the world that we were born in But the horizon is bright Yonder comes the morning
Upstairs they're buying a stairway to Heaven Down in the Garden they're changing sticks into snakes And the jangle of religious medals would put The fear of God into an angel Come all ye faithful
Their baby came home to them an unmarried mother They wished that she would turn into a pillar of salt But in the end compassion has to be the greatest family value Hope of the helpless
Looks like a drift to the Right For the world we were born in But the horizon is bright Yonder comes the morningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
