And it's times like these I confide in sleep I'm in a forest of knowledge Without an apple to eat And we're a yellow brick road away From a selfless acquaintance A marriage of faith So toss all the colors to the floor For the aesthetic hand, I shan't afford
But the world wasn't built in a day
God or the graphs, Where everything is solved and makes sense. But I don't want to know the end. God or the graphs, Where everything is solved and makes sense. As I pray before this epitaph
Am I losing focus? I have a minute to tell you all the cruel and immoral Things I have done. And I bet its wrong to be confused. On how there are sinners telling saints what to do. So pull that ivy from the walls Let it poison Poison, poison you. Sin sing Your heart out. As black as it is.
Sleep now or forever rest in peace I have friends who are saints. I pray now and then But to a god in my head A god who exists. I take risks And I kiss The lips of stranger Because she looks good tonight And I'm oh so unable to drive God its good to be aliveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
