Dear God is really all watching As I recall a face it's always true meaning Where are my wounds, lord? The finger sceptered, it's still under cover Those pretty parks they're built to misdirect us
And even if I would have to expose it all These [?] just like a concrete wall Now matter how hard we try We can never show our soul
Call me darling I don't even know how to paint I'm too afraid to make this evil charm alive yeah Where are my wounds, lord? My finger's sceptered, it's still under cover Those pretty parks they're built to misdirect us yeah yeah
And even if I would have to expose it all These [?] just like a concrete wall Now matter how hard we try We can never show our soul We can not make it stop So we just let it go This ugly face of ours Cause we're coming to storm No we're coming to storm make it stop yeah
So we just let it go, cause we can't make it stop This ugly face of ours, of ours yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
