When you were little You were scared to death That the rapture already happened Only you were left Despite your constant vigilance You had angered the Lord Which somehow made you love him even more
On the same old wisdom With the same result Kids in turmoil Thinking it's their fault With their souls wide open To authority Til they've traded everything For a peace with no peace
You're not allowed to see it But you always had a choice Between making a disciple And knowing your little boy I thought it was sinful For me to know myself And if I did I might wind up in hell
On the same old wisdom With the same result Kids in turmoil Thinking it's their fault O my soul wide open To authority Til I traded everything For a peace with no peaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
