Hands around a circle In the candlelight Now a childlike voice comes From the other side
There behind the curtain I saw something move I couldn't tell for certain Maybe it was you She wants to speak to daddy But daddy doesn't come We only try to help her We mean nobody harm
Keeping dry on a wet afternoon This is no place for tears The table turns on a wet afternoon
God has mighty powers No one can explain He chose us for his agents To help our fellow man They say it's an illusion What we do in here And for the richest pocket We are the most sincere
Keeping dry on a wet afternoon This is no place for tears The table turns on a wet afternoon
Someone's pulled the curtains All the lights turned out Taps upon the table In an empty houseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
