Flying from a mountain top He sees the world below Don't question authority It's not for you to know He'll rise up from the ocean's floor And grasp you by the hand Through the center of the sky A far and distant land
Turmoil in the dead of night Get your fix, it will turn out right Crashing down, you cannot find the only friend to ease your mind
Hear me calling
On the streets, this side of Hell Alley's dark and creatures fell Still you trudge along their path If you stray, they'll seduce their wrath
Hear me calling
On the run, you cannot hide from the thorn burning in your side Ease your pain, the way is clear Hold on, the end is near
Hear me calling
Your life is in ruins Syringe is in hand Despite all your sorrow you might understand The troubles you face can be dealt without the use of the copouts of someone in doubtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.