Dressing up the city in the Colours of the rain Staking everything we've got in A wicked kind of game Feeling not invincible in Body and mind We do need to know your name Father of our times
As the meaning Of our lives is still unsaid We keep calling out your name
I try to make you real Hear my desperate calling i Father of love I stand right in the middle Of my own journey Maker of the universe
Lies and illusions are Seizing our days Everything seems so unfair and Anger blinds our faith Purity and innocence are Not part of our times Please forgive us for our sins Creator of mankind
Waiting for the day you Will come again We keep praying for your help
I try to make you real Hear my desperate calling Father of love I pray to receive a sign of your Existence Maker of the universeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
