I can feel your silent laughter When you put your bold hands on my fate On my fate Sometimes it doesn’t feel right What my life serves cold onto my plate Onto my plate But if I count on your favor you would leave me If I turn my back on you you’ll do that too You’re the queen for those who win Maker of what could have been Empty promise we can choose You get blamed when we’re to loose I would like to taste your kindness Yet I fear I may become your slave Become your slave I can throw my fate in your face Would you come if my resources gave? Or to my grave Some would kill to feel your grace Some have died of your embrace Some live by your fickle star Some hate you for who you are You’re the queen for those who win Maker of what could have been Empty promise we can choose You get blamed when we’re to loose There’s never any easy way Despite that’s what you try to say: There’s never any easy way ...all you need to do is to pray... to me. And I try not to hear your call I fear that could just be my fall And I try not to hear your call While you keep dice of chance to roll Then again it’s down to myself How much pride can I take from your aid? From your aid Could I stand to look in my face? Claim my life mine, self esteem forfeit All too late But if I count on you favor you would leave me If I turn my back on you you’ll do that too You’re the queen for those who win Maker of what could have been Empty promise we can choose You get blamed when we’re to looseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
