The seasons used to crawl Like tired children towards the fall And days would last a lifetime to me then
And now they seem to sprint Taking all my years with it Waiting til I've got nothing to give
Well can I stay just a little bit longer? So much more of the kingdom to conquer Swear I'll make this day one for the books
Skin and bones, standing in your doorway Preacher sings your name on Sunday No one can outrun the Reaper's looks And time is all he really took
You run this hollow ground They lay their flowers all around Humming lullabies like I'm asleep
'Cus no one really knows Where all our empty bodies go It doesn't hurt to pretend and to dream
Well can I stay just a little bit longer? So much more of the kingdom to conquer Swear I'll make this day one for the books
Skin and bones, standing in your doorway Preacher sings your name on Sunday No one can outrun the Reaper's looks And time is all he really took
Can I stay just a little bit longer?
So much more of the kingdom to conquer
Can I stay just a little bit longer? So much more of the kingdom to conquer Swear I'll make this day one for the books
Skin and bones, standing in your doorway Preacher sings your name on Sunday No one can outrun the Reaper's looks And time is all he really tookTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
